Three Kingdoms 365 三國志
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Prologue · Before the Stars Gathered
161–184 AD · twenty-three years before the gathering · 30 chapters · single volume
“Before the stars gathered —
the blade awoke in the dark.”
The Yellow Turban shadow falling over Liu Bei's mulberry tree. The teenage rage of Cao Cao. Sun Jian's first roar at sea. Twenty-three years before the legend, the blade was already awake — yet none knew its name.
Each chapter carries a four-color signature
- 🟢Three Kingdoms record (Sanguo Zhi)
- 🟡Pei Songzhi commentary
- 🟠Romance of the Three Kingdoms
- 🔴Compiler's reweaving · one Hanja seed per chapter
30 seeds — planted before the trunk grows.
The 12-Book Series
January · Stars Gather
February · A Blade with No Master
March · Two Under Heaven
April · The Night of All Losses
May · The Third Door
June · How to Wait for the Wind
July · The Night the River Burned
August · Those Who Come, Those Who Go
September · The Hill of One Man
October · Three Nights
November · Letters of the One Left Behind
December · The One Who Sent a Star Before Him
Three Kingdoms After
後 삼국지 180 · 6 Volumes
If Season 1 is legend, Season 2 is history.
The story never ended at Wuzhang Plains. From the day Zhuge Liang fell like a star, Sima Yi's blade began to move. The 46 years of a heaven rewoven.
Book 1 · The Hidden Dragon
234–251 AD
Sima Yi's revenge
Book 2 · The Last Heir
251–262 AD
The student without a master
Book 3 · The Fall of Shu
262–264 AD
A dream of decades, surrendered
Book 4 · The Usurpation
264–266 AD
Dynasties change quietly
Book 5 · The River Crossing
266–280 AD
A poem becomes history
Book 6 · The Brief Spring
280–284 AD
Unity lasted only four years
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A Word from the Translator
There was once a young man in his twenties, newly out of the army.
With nowhere to go, he spent three months at a small auto shop in Seoul, and six months at a construction site on the eastern coast.
He hated repetition. What Charlie Chaplin showed on the conveyor belt in Modern Times was not, for him, someone else's story. A human breath is too precious, he thought, for work that a machine could already do.
One evening, he opened an old copy of the Three Kingdoms that had been sitting on his desk — a book that had followed him like a shadow since childhood, though he had never read it to the end.
One thousand pages. One thousand souls. Sixty-six years of a sky.
By day he carried a shovel; by night he turned the pages. In six months he read it three times. On the last night of the third reading, he whispered to himself:
"One day, I will write this story in my own voice."
Many years have passed since.
In that time, schemes and manipulations have only changed their stage — they have grown more refined, more concealed, and they still hold court.
The Three Kingdoms is not every answer. But few books have ever compressed, in the face of a single era, all the wisdom and all the folly that humans showed across sixty-six years.
Even its heroes did not live beyond a hundred years. They remain with us only in memory now.
Twenty-five centuries ago, one teacher left these last words, they say:
"All things must pass. Do not be idle — be diligent in your journey."
There are, they also say, seven gifts one can give without money. A gentle glance, a warm word, a bright face, a seat offered to another — even if your name is never remembered, day by day, such small gifts make the world a little warmer, and someone's quiet voice is more likely to be heard.
That is all I hope for.
May you not be taken by the schemes of this age.
May you walk this year three minutes at a time,
guarding yourself while generously benefiting those around you.
And if these 365 days come to rest quietly, as one humble book, on the corner of your own library shelf — that will be enough.
That is the memorial — the chushibiao — of today's first sentence.
— Sam H. Yeon, Ph.D. —