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这时的兵力对比，赵刚6千人，35门炮（15门缴获的），鲁登道夫的第三师9千人，炮18门。赵刚虽然人数上处于劣势，但是在火炮上则有相当大的优势。双方几乎同时开始了炮战，在炮战中赵刚的获得了胜利，凭借数量上的优势磨掉了第三师的火炮，看起来胜利女神正在向赵刚微笑。
但是正如德国人低估了赵刚的实力一样，赵刚也低估了自己的对手鲁登道夫，而赵刚马上为自己的判断付出了代价。
作为一战中最好的陆军指挥官，拥有出类拔萃的战略眼光、组织能力和战术手腕的鲁登道夫。敏锐地发现了赵刚第一团与第二团之间出现的小小距离，对于一般的军人来说，这都算不上破绽。但是对于鲁登道夫这实在是一个大大的机会，而且还有机会将它扩大，扩大到第一师不能承受…..。在鲁登道夫的对面，赵刚满意地看到自己的优势炮兵发挥了实力，对面军队的左翼出现了一丝小小的动摇，开始慢慢的……却是不可抑制的向后退却。“就像大坝决口一样，最小的裂缝也能带来巨大的缺口。”赵刚面带微笑，静静的享受操控战场的感觉。
也许是鲁登道夫发现了自己左翼不妙，右翼开始向赵刚出发动猛烈攻击，在赵刚来看这些攻击是要付出巨大的代价的，刚不能久，只要顶住这一阵子就能顺利地击败面前的敌人。一想到凭借奇袭，竟然可以击败两倍的敌人，赵刚有些得意，并没有注意到自己的两翼已被扯得有些单薄。
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family with relating them! Yet, who knows how long you'll be a stranger? You're too young to rest always contented, living by yourself; and I some way fancy no one could see Catherine Linton and not love her. You smile; but why do you look so lively and interested, when I talk about her? and why have you asked me to hang her picture over your fireplace? and why--'
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`Stop, my good friend!' I cried. `It may be very possible that I should love her; but would she love me? I doubt it too much to venture my tranquillity by running into temptation: and then my home is not here. I'm of the busy world, and to its arms I must return. Go on. Was Catherine obedient to her father's commands?'
`She was,' continued the housekeeper. `Her affection for him was still the chief sentiment in her heart; and he spoke without anger: he spoke in the deep tenderness of one about to leave his treasure amid perils and foes, where his remembered words would be the only aid that he could bequeath to guide her. He said to me, a few days afterwards:
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family with relating them! Yet, who knows how long you'll be a stranger? You're too young to rest always contented, living by yourself; and I some way fancy no one could see Catherine Linton and not love her. You smile; but why do you look so lively and interested, when I talk about her? and why have you asked me to hang her picture over your fireplace? and why--'
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`Stop, my good friend!' I cried. `It may be very possible that I should love her; but would she love me? I doubt it too much to venture my tranquillity by running into temptation: and then my home is not here. I'm of the busy world, and to its arms I must return. Go on. Was Catherine obedient to her father's commands?'
`She was,' continued the housekeeper. `Her affection for him was still the chief sentiment in her heart; and he spoke without anger: he spoke in the deep tenderness of one about to leave his treasure amid perils and foes, where his remembered words would be the only aid that he could bequeath to guide her. He said to me, a few days afterwards:
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees.
oil paintings My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don't talk of our separation again: it is impracticable; and---'
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in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees.
oil paintings My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don't talk of our separation again: it is impracticable; and---'
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
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Good night -and thank you." Carol went out of the room and slipped noiselessly along the corridor.Herown room was on the floor above.She reached it,opened the door -and stoodappalled on the threshold.Mrs Boynton was sitting in an arm-chair by thefireplace in a crimson wool dressing-gown. A little cry escaped from Carol's lips."Oh!" A pair of black eyes bored into hers. "Where have you been,Carol?" "I -I -" "Where have you been?" A soft,husky voice with that queer menacing undertone in it that always madeCarol's heart beat with unreasoning terror. "To see a Miss King -Sarah King."
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"The girl who spoke to Raymond the other evening?" "Yes,Mother." "Have you made any plans to see her again?" Carol's lips moved soundlessly.She nodded assent.Fright -great sickeningwaves of fright...... "When?" "Tomorrow night." "You are not to go.You understand?" "Yes,Mother." "Your promise?" "Yes -yes." Mrs Boynton struggled to get up.Mechanically Carol came forward and helpedher.Mrs Boynton walked slowly across the room,supporting herself on herstick.She paused in the doorway and looked back at the cowering girl.
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Good night -and thank you." Carol went out of the room and slipped noiselessly along the corridor.Herown room was on the floor above.She reached it,opened the door -and stoodappalled on the threshold.Mrs Boynton was sitting in an arm-chair by thefireplace in a crimson wool dressing-gown. A little cry escaped from Carol's lips."Oh!" A pair of black eyes bored into hers. "Where have you been,Carol?" "I -I -" "Where have you been?" A soft,husky voice with that queer menacing undertone in it that always madeCarol's heart beat with unreasoning terror. "To see a Miss King -Sarah King."
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"The girl who spoke to Raymond the other evening?" "Yes,Mother." "Have you made any plans to see her again?" Carol's lips moved soundlessly.She nodded assent.Fright -great sickeningwaves of fright...... "When?" "Tomorrow night." "You are not to go.You understand?" "Yes,Mother." "Your promise?" "Yes -yes." Mrs Boynton struggled to get up.Mechanically Carol came forward and helpedher.Mrs Boynton walked slowly across the room,supporting herself on herstick.She paused in the doorway and looked back at the cowering girl.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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¡¡¡¡'I dare say he'll last a long time yet, Blossom,' said my aunt, patting Dora on the cheek, as she leaned out of her couch to look at Jip, who responded by standing on his hind legs, and baulking himself in various asthmatic attempts to scramble up by the head and shoulders. 'He must have a piece of flannel in his house this winter, and I shouldn't wonder if he came out quite fresh again, with the flowers in the spring. Bless the little dog!' exclaimed my aunt, 'if he had as many lives as a cat, and was on the point of losing 'em all, he'd bark at me with his last breath, I believe!' ¡¡¡¡Dora had helped him up on the sofa; where he really was defying
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my aunt to such a furious extent, that he couldn't keep straight, but barked himself sideways. The more my aunt looked at him, the more he reproached her; for she had lately taken to spectacles, and for some inscrutable reason he considered the glasses personal. ¡¡¡¡Dora made him lie down by her, with a good deal of persuasion; and when he was quiet, drew one of his long ears through and through her hand, repeating thoughtfully, 'Even little Jip! Oh, poor fellow!' ¡¡¡¡'His lungs are good enough,' said my aunt, gaily, 'and his dislikes are not at all feeble. He has a good many years before him, no doubt. But if you want a dog to race with, Little Blossom, he has lived too well for that, and I'll give you one.' ¡¡¡¡'Thank you, aunt,' said Dora, faintly. 'But don't, please!' ¡¡¡¡'No?' said my aunt, taking off her spectacles.
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¡¡¡¡'I dare say he'll last a long time yet, Blossom,' said my aunt, patting Dora on the cheek, as she leaned out of her couch to look at Jip, who responded by standing on his hind legs, and baulking himself in various asthmatic attempts to scramble up by the head and shoulders. 'He must have a piece of flannel in his house this winter, and I shouldn't wonder if he came out quite fresh again, with the flowers in the spring. Bless the little dog!' exclaimed my aunt, 'if he had as many lives as a cat, and was on the point of losing 'em all, he'd bark at me with his last breath, I believe!' ¡¡¡¡Dora had helped him up on the sofa; where he really was defying
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my aunt to such a furious extent, that he couldn't keep straight, but barked himself sideways. The more my aunt looked at him, the more he reproached her; for she had lately taken to spectacles, and for some inscrutable reason he considered the glasses personal. ¡¡¡¡Dora made him lie down by her, with a good deal of persuasion; and when he was quiet, drew one of his long ears through and through her hand, repeating thoughtfully, 'Even little Jip! Oh, poor fellow!' ¡¡¡¡'His lungs are good enough,' said my aunt, gaily, 'and his dislikes are not at all feeble. He has a good many years before him, no doubt. But if you want a dog to race with, Little Blossom, he has lived too well for that, and I'll give you one.' ¡¡¡¡'Thank you, aunt,' said Dora, faintly. 'But don't, please!' ¡¡¡¡'No?' said my aunt, taking off her spectacles.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
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REMARKED in the original Preface to this Book, that I did not find it easy to get sufficiently far away from it, in the first sensations of having finished it, to refer to it with the composure which this formal heading would seem to require. My interest in it was so recent and strong, and my mind was so divided between pleasure and regret - pleasure in the achievement of a long design, regret in the separation from many companions - that I was in danger of wearying the reader with personal confidences and private emotions. ¡¡¡¡Besides which, all that I could have said of the Story to any purpose, I had endeavoured to say in it. ¡¡¡¡It would concern the reader little, perhaps, to know how sorrowfully the pen is laid down at the close of a two-years' imaginative
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task; or how an Author feels as if he were dismissing some portion of himself into the shadowy world, when a crowd of the creatures of his brain are going from him for ever. Yet, I had nothing else to tell; unless, indeed, I were to confess (which might be of less moment still), that no one can ever believe this Narrative, in the reading, more than I believed it in the writing. ¡¡¡¡So true are these avowals at the present day, that I can now only take the reader into one confidence more. Of all my books, I like this the best. It will be easily believed that I am a fond parent to every child of my fancy, and that no one can ever love that family as dearly as I love them. But, like many fond parents, I have in my heart of hearts a favourite child. And his name is DAVID COPPERFIELD. 1869
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REMARKED in the original Preface to this Book, that I did not find it easy to get sufficiently far away from it, in the first sensations of having finished it, to refer to it with the composure which this formal heading would seem to require. My interest in it was so recent and strong, and my mind was so divided between pleasure and regret - pleasure in the achievement of a long design, regret in the separation from many companions - that I was in danger of wearying the reader with personal confidences and private emotions. ¡¡¡¡Besides which, all that I could have said of the Story to any purpose, I had endeavoured to say in it. ¡¡¡¡It would concern the reader little, perhaps, to know how sorrowfully the pen is laid down at the close of a two-years' imaginative
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task; or how an Author feels as if he were dismissing some portion of himself into the shadowy world, when a crowd of the creatures of his brain are going from him for ever. Yet, I had nothing else to tell; unless, indeed, I were to confess (which might be of less moment still), that no one can ever believe this Narrative, in the reading, more than I believed it in the writing. ¡¡¡¡So true are these avowals at the present day, that I can now only take the reader into one confidence more. Of all my books, I like this the best. It will be easily believed that I am a fond parent to every child of my fancy, and that no one can ever love that family as dearly as I love them. But, like many fond parents, I have in my heart of hearts a favourite child. And his name is DAVID COPPERFIELD. 1869
Sunday, December 23, 2007
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Elspeth Mrs. McGillicuddy doesn't imagine things," said Miss Marple. "That's why I'm relying on what she said. If it had been Dorothy Cartwright, now – it would have been quite a different matter. Dorothy always has a good story, and quite often believes it herself, and there is usually a kind of basis of truth but certainly no more. But Elspeth is kind of woman who finds it very hard to make herself believe that anything at all extraordinary or out of the way could happen. She's most unsuggestible, rather like granite."
"I see," said Lucy thoughtfully, "Well, let's accept it all. Where do I come in?"
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"I was very much impressed by you," said Miss Marple, "and you see, I haven't got the physical strength nowadays to get about and do things.""You want me to make inquiries? That sort of thing? But won't the police have done all that? Or do you think they have been just slack?""Oh, no," said Miss Marple. "They haven't been slack. It's just that I've got a theory about the woman's body. It's got to be somewhere. If it wasn't found in the train, then it must have been pushed or thrown out of the train - but it hasn't been discovered anywhere on the line. So I travelled down the same way to see if there was anywhere where the body could have been thrown off the train and yet wouldn't have been found on the line – and there was. The railway line makes a big curve before getting into Brackhampton, on the edge of a high embankment. If a body were thrown out there, when the train was leaning at an angle, I think it would pitch right down the embankment."
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Elspeth Mrs. McGillicuddy doesn't imagine things," said Miss Marple. "That's why I'm relying on what she said. If it had been Dorothy Cartwright, now – it would have been quite a different matter. Dorothy always has a good story, and quite often believes it herself, and there is usually a kind of basis of truth but certainly no more. But Elspeth is kind of woman who finds it very hard to make herself believe that anything at all extraordinary or out of the way could happen. She's most unsuggestible, rather like granite."
"I see," said Lucy thoughtfully, "Well, let's accept it all. Where do I come in?"
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"I was very much impressed by you," said Miss Marple, "and you see, I haven't got the physical strength nowadays to get about and do things.""You want me to make inquiries? That sort of thing? But won't the police have done all that? Or do you think they have been just slack?""Oh, no," said Miss Marple. "They haven't been slack. It's just that I've got a theory about the woman's body. It's got to be somewhere. If it wasn't found in the train, then it must have been pushed or thrown out of the train - but it hasn't been discovered anywhere on the line. So I travelled down the same way to see if there was anywhere where the body could have been thrown off the train and yet wouldn't have been found on the line – and there was. The railway line makes a big curve before getting into Brackhampton, on the edge of a high embankment. If a body were thrown out there, when the train was leaning at an angle, I think it would pitch right down the embankment."
Friday, December 21, 2007
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Elinor, for her sister's sake, could not press the subject farther, and she hoped it was not required of her for Willoughby's; since, though Marianne might lose much, he could gain very little by the enforcement of the real truth. After a short silence on both sides, Mrs. Jennings, with all her natural hilarity, burst forth again.
oil painting"Well, my dear, 'tis a true saying about an ill-wind, for it will be all the better for Colonel Brandon. He will have her at last; ay, that he will. Mind me, now, if they ain't married by Midsummer. Lord! how he'll chuckle over this news! I hope he will come to-night. It will be all to one a better match for your sister. Two thousand a year, without debt or drawback- except the little love-child, indeed; ay, I had forgot her; but she may be 'prenticed out at a small cost, and then what does it signify? Delaford is a nice place, I can tell you; exactly what I call a nice old fashioned place, full of comforts and conveniences; quite shut in with great garden walls that are covered with the best fruit-trees in the
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Elinor, for her sister's sake, could not press the subject farther, and she hoped it was not required of her for Willoughby's; since, though Marianne might lose much, he could gain very little by the enforcement of the real truth. After a short silence on both sides, Mrs. Jennings, with all her natural hilarity, burst forth again.
oil painting"Well, my dear, 'tis a true saying about an ill-wind, for it will be all the better for Colonel Brandon. He will have her at last; ay, that he will. Mind me, now, if they ain't married by Midsummer. Lord! how he'll chuckle over this news! I hope he will come to-night. It will be all to one a better match for your sister. Two thousand a year, without debt or drawback- except the little love-child, indeed; ay, I had forgot her; but she may be 'prenticed out at a small cost, and then what does it signify? Delaford is a nice place, I can tell you; exactly what I call a nice old fashioned place, full of comforts and conveniences; quite shut in with great garden walls that are covered with the best fruit-trees in the
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
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Oh well--of course, I say nothing against it. Only it is odd, for you. They little think what sort of chiel is amang them!" ¡¡¡¡ "What do you mean, Jude?" ¡¡¡¡ "Well--a sceptic, to be plain." ¡¡¡¡ "How can you pain me so, dear Jude, in my trouble! Yet I know you didn't mean it. But you ought not to say that." ¡¡¡¡ "I won't. But I am much surprised!" ¡¡¡¡ "Well--I want to tell you something else, Jude. You won't be angry, will you? I have thought of it a good deal since my babies died. I don't think I ought to be your wife--or as your wife-- any longer." ¡¡¡¡ "What? ... But you ARE!" ¡¡¡¡ "From your point of view; but--" ¡¡¡¡ "Of course
oil painting we were afraid of the ceremony, and a good many others would have been in our places, with such strong reasons for fears. But experience has proved how we misjudged ourselves, and overrated our infirmities; and if you are beginning to respect rites and ceremonies, as you seem to be, I wonder you don't say it shall be carried out instantly? You certainly ARE my wife, Sue, in all but law. What do you mean by what you said?" ¡¡¡¡ "I don't think I am!" ¡¡¡¡ "Not? But suppose we HAD gone through the ceremony? Would you feel that you were then?" ¡¡¡¡ "No. I should not feel even then that I was. I should feel worse than I do now." ¡¡¡¡ "Why so--in the name of all that's perverse, my dear?" ¡¡¡¡ "Because I am Richard's." ¡¡¡¡ "Ah--you hinted that absurd fancy to me before!"
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Oh well--of course, I say nothing against it. Only it is odd, for you. They little think what sort of chiel is amang them!" ¡¡¡¡ "What do you mean, Jude?" ¡¡¡¡ "Well--a sceptic, to be plain." ¡¡¡¡ "How can you pain me so, dear Jude, in my trouble! Yet I know you didn't mean it. But you ought not to say that." ¡¡¡¡ "I won't. But I am much surprised!" ¡¡¡¡ "Well--I want to tell you something else, Jude. You won't be angry, will you? I have thought of it a good deal since my babies died. I don't think I ought to be your wife--or as your wife-- any longer." ¡¡¡¡ "What? ... But you ARE!" ¡¡¡¡ "From your point of view; but--" ¡¡¡¡ "Of course
oil painting we were afraid of the ceremony, and a good many others would have been in our places, with such strong reasons for fears. But experience has proved how we misjudged ourselves, and overrated our infirmities; and if you are beginning to respect rites and ceremonies, as you seem to be, I wonder you don't say it shall be carried out instantly? You certainly ARE my wife, Sue, in all but law. What do you mean by what you said?" ¡¡¡¡ "I don't think I am!" ¡¡¡¡ "Not? But suppose we HAD gone through the ceremony? Would you feel that you were then?" ¡¡¡¡ "No. I should not feel even then that I was. I should feel worse than I do now." ¡¡¡¡ "Why so--in the name of all that's perverse, my dear?" ¡¡¡¡ "Because I am Richard's." ¡¡¡¡ "Ah--you hinted that absurd fancy to me before!"
Monday, December 17, 2007
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leonardo da vinci the last supper finished tea and brushed himself up, he was deep in the perusal of the Twenty-ninth Volume of Pusey's Library of the Fathers, a set of books which he had purchased of a second-hand dealer at a price that seemed to him to be one of miraculous cheapness for that invaluable work. He fancied he heard something rattle lightly against his window; then he heard it again. Certainly somebody had thrown gravel. He rose and gently lifted the sash. ¡¡¡¡ "Jude!" (from below) . ¡¡¡¡ "Sue!" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes--it is! Can
oil painting I come up without being seen?" ¡¡¡¡ "Oh yes!" ¡¡¡¡ "Then don't come down. Shut the window." ¡¡¡¡ Jude waited, knowing that she could enter easily enough, the front door being opened merely by a knob which anybody could turn, as in most old country towns. He palpitated at the thought that she had fled to him in her trouble as he had fled to her in his. What counterparts they were! He unlatched the door of his room, heard a stealthy rustle on the dark stairs, and in a moment she appeared in the
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leonardo da vinci the last supper finished tea and brushed himself up, he was deep in the perusal of the Twenty-ninth Volume of Pusey's Library of the Fathers, a set of books which he had purchased of a second-hand dealer at a price that seemed to him to be one of miraculous cheapness for that invaluable work. He fancied he heard something rattle lightly against his window; then he heard it again. Certainly somebody had thrown gravel. He rose and gently lifted the sash. ¡¡¡¡ "Jude!" (from below) . ¡¡¡¡ "Sue!" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes--it is! Can
oil painting I come up without being seen?" ¡¡¡¡ "Oh yes!" ¡¡¡¡ "Then don't come down. Shut the window." ¡¡¡¡ Jude waited, knowing that she could enter easily enough, the front door being opened merely by a knob which anybody could turn, as in most old country towns. He palpitated at the thought that she had fled to him in her trouble as he had fled to her in his. What counterparts they were! He unlatched the door of his room, heard a stealthy rustle on the dark stairs, and in a moment she appeared in the
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