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更为奇怪的是，韩国媒体众口一词、无限上纲地攻击中国时，竟然没有一人给出强有力地调查结论：冲突到底因谁而起？还没调查就能断言肇事的罪魁祸首是中国留学生？有没有中国留学生受伤？为何没有一家媒体关注中国留学生关于抗议团体率先动手的辩解？
显然，此次冲突确然如中国外交部发言人姜瑜所言那样是「事出有因」，而且追究责任时，当然不能忘了参与冲突的韩国公民，将责任全部归咎于中国学生无疑是站不住脚的。
岛民心态狭隘极端
[ 转自铁血社区 http://bbs.tiexue.net/ ]
如果真有中国学生在冲突中施暴，当然应该予以批评谴责；但是，韩国媒体这种只渲染结果、全然不顾起因，只关注韩国人受伤、全然不调查祸首，只声讨中国人的责任、全然不反省参与抗议和冲突的本国人责任，而且一再上纲上线、肆意渲染的作派，该作何解释？
联系到近年来中韩之间的系列风波，如强力干预冲击中国历史研究中的「东北工程」、长春「亚东会」借领土争端滋事以及强占苏岩礁等，不能不让人得出结论：部分韩国媒体和极少数韩国民众由来已久的狭隘民族主义已经病入膏肓了！
在上述历次风波中，中国政府都采取了最大限度的克制容忍，甚至做出了不少大度的让步，更主动对舆论和民众反弹情绪进行了一定限制和引导。但患上狭隘民族主义顽疾的少数韩国民众和团体不仅不换位思考、自我反省，甚至变本加厉、无所顾忌。如此狭隘极端、不知收敛的做法，很让人怀疑：在中国的退让容忍下，一些韩国民众的岛民心态是否在不可遏止地膨胀？
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Monday, May 5, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
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was a low ottoman near the marble chimney-piece; the bed rose
before me; to my right hand there was the high, dark wardrobe, with
subdued, broken reflections varying the gloss of its panels; to my
left were the muffled windows; a great looking-glass between them
repeated the vacant majesty of the bed and room. I was not quite
sure whether they had locked the door; and when I dared move, I got up
and went to see. Alas! yes: no jail was ever more secure. Returning, I
had to cross before the looking-glass; my fascinated glance
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involuntarily explored the depth it revealed. All looked colder and
darker in that visionary hollow than in reality: and the strange
little figure there gazing at me, with a white face and arms
specking the gloom, and glittering eyes of fear moving where all
floral oil painting
michelangelo painting
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was a low ottoman near the marble chimney-piece; the bed rose
before me; to my right hand there was the high, dark wardrobe, with
subdued, broken reflections varying the gloss of its panels; to my
left were the muffled windows; a great looking-glass between them
repeated the vacant majesty of the bed and room. I was not quite
sure whether they had locked the door; and when I dared move, I got up
and went to see. Alas! yes: no jail was ever more secure. Returning, I
had to cross before the looking-glass; my fascinated glance
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involuntarily explored the depth it revealed. All looked colder and
darker in that visionary hollow than in reality: and the strange
little figure there gazing at me, with a white face and arms
specking the gloom, and glittering eyes of fear moving where all
Monday, March 3, 2008
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Van Gogh Painting
Van Gogh Sunflower
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`Tut, tut!' said Heathcliff, stretching out a hand and dragging him roughly between his knees, and then holding up his head by the chin. `None of that nonsense! We're not going to hurt thee, Linton--isn't that thy name? Thou art thy mother's child, entirely! Where is my share in thee, puling chicken?'
He took off the boy's cap and pushed back his thick flaxen curls, felt his slender arms and his small fingers; during which examination, Linton ceased crying, and lifted his great blue eyes to inspect the inspector.
`Do you know me?' asked Heathcliff, having satisfied himself that the limbs were all equally frail and feeble.
`No,' said Linton, with a gaze of vacant fear.
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`You've heard of me, I dare say?'
`No,' he replied again.
`No? What a shame of your mother, never to waken your filial regard for me! You are my son, then, I'll tell you; and your mother was a wicked slut to leave you in ignorance of the sort
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Van Gogh Sunflower
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`Tut, tut!' said Heathcliff, stretching out a hand and dragging him roughly between his knees, and then holding up his head by the chin. `None of that nonsense! We're not going to hurt thee, Linton--isn't that thy name? Thou art thy mother's child, entirely! Where is my share in thee, puling chicken?'
He took off the boy's cap and pushed back his thick flaxen curls, felt his slender arms and his small fingers; during which examination, Linton ceased crying, and lifted his great blue eyes to inspect the inspector.
`Do you know me?' asked Heathcliff, having satisfied himself that the limbs were all equally frail and feeble.
`No,' said Linton, with a gaze of vacant fear.
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`You've heard of me, I dare say?'
`No,' he replied again.
`No? What a shame of your mother, never to waken your filial regard for me! You are my son, then, I'll tell you; and your mother was a wicked slut to leave you in ignorance of the sort
Thursday, October 25, 2007
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"Hm." Dr. Quimper pursed up his lips. He was silent for a moment or two, deep in thought. Then he said, almost unwillingly, "It's much simpler, of course, if you say nothing. I can understand what your brothers feel about it. All the same –"
"Yes?"
Quimper looked at her. His eyes had an affectionate twinkle in them.
"I'd go ahead and tell 'em," he said. "You'll go on worrying if you don't. I know you."
Emma flushed a little.
"Perhaps I'm foolish."
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Girl! You, girl! Come in here."
Lucy turned her head, surprised. Old Mr. Crackenthorpe was beckoning to her fiercely from just inside a door.
"You want me, Mr. Crackenthorpe?"
"Don't talk so much. Come in here."
Lucy obeyed the imperative finger. Old Mr. Crackenthorpe took hold of her arm and pulled her inside the door and shut it.
"Want to show you something," he said.
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"Hm." Dr. Quimper pursed up his lips. He was silent for a moment or two, deep in thought. Then he said, almost unwillingly, "It's much simpler, of course, if you say nothing. I can understand what your brothers feel about it. All the same –"
"Yes?"
Quimper looked at her. His eyes had an affectionate twinkle in them.
"I'd go ahead and tell 'em," he said. "You'll go on worrying if you don't. I know you."
Emma flushed a little.
"Perhaps I'm foolish."
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Girl! You, girl! Come in here."
Lucy turned her head, surprised. Old Mr. Crackenthorpe was beckoning to her fiercely from just inside a door.
"You want me, Mr. Crackenthorpe?"
"Don't talk so much. Come in here."
Lucy obeyed the imperative finger. Old Mr. Crackenthorpe took hold of her arm and pulled her inside the door and shut it.
"Want to show you something," he said.
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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"No.Because as soon as I saw him I also knew that he could not beguilty!He has neither the nerve nor the daring-nor，I may add，the brains toplan!All along I have been aware of the dual personality of the murderer.NowI see wherein it consisted.Two people were involved-the real murderer，cunning，resourceful and daring-and the pseudo murderer，stupid，vacillatingand suggestible. "Suggestible-it is in that word that the mystery of Mr Cust consists!Itwas not enough for you，Mr Clarke，to devise this plan of a series todistract attention from a single crime.You had also to have a stalking horse.
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"I think the idea first originated in your mind as the result of achance encounter in a city coffee den with this odd personality with hisbombastic Christian names.You were at that time turning over in your mindvarious plans for the murder of your brother." "Really?And why?" "Because you were seriously alarmed for the future.I do not know whetheryou realize it，Mr Clarke，but you played into my hands when you showed me acertain letter written to you by your brother.In it he displayed veryclearly his affection and absorption in Miss Thora Grey.His regard may havebeen a paternal one-or he may have preferred to think it so.Art Painting
"No.Because as soon as I saw him I also knew that he could not beguilty!He has neither the nerve nor the daring-nor，I may add，the brains toplan!All along I have been aware of the dual personality of the murderer.NowI see wherein it consisted.Two people were involved-the real murderer，cunning，resourceful and daring-and the pseudo murderer，stupid，vacillatingand suggestible. "Suggestible-it is in that word that the mystery of Mr Cust consists!Itwas not enough for you，Mr Clarke，to devise this plan of a series todistract attention from a single crime.You had also to have a stalking horse.
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"I think the idea first originated in your mind as the result of achance encounter in a city coffee den with this odd personality with hisbombastic Christian names.You were at that time turning over in your mindvarious plans for the murder of your brother." "Really?And why?" "Because you were seriously alarmed for the future.I do not know whetheryou realize it，Mr Clarke，but you played into my hands when you showed me acertain letter written to you by your brother.In it he displayed veryclearly his affection and absorption in Miss Thora Grey.His regard may havebeen a paternal one-or he may have preferred to think it so.Art Painting
Thursday, October 18, 2007
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Oz should treat them in so poor a fashion, after sending them to undergo hardships and slavery. So the Scarecrow at last asked the green girl to take another message to Oz, saying if he did not let them in to see him at once they would call the Winged Monkeys to help them, and find out whether he kept his promises or not. When the Wizard was given this message he was so frightened that he sent word for them to come to the Throne Room at four minutes after nine o'clock the next morning. He had once met the Winged Monkeys in the Land of the West, and he did not wish to meet them again.
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The four travelers passed a sleepless night, each thinking of the gift Oz had promised to bestow on him. Dorothy fell asleep only once, and then she dreamed she was in Kansas, where Aunt Em was telling her how glad she was to have her little girl at home again.
Promptly at nine o'clock the next morning the green-whiskered soldier came to them, and four minutes later they all went into the Throne Room of the Great Oz.
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Oz should treat them in so poor a fashion, after sending them to undergo hardships and slavery. So the Scarecrow at last asked the green girl to take another message to Oz, saying if he did not let them in to see him at once they would call the Winged Monkeys to help them, and find out whether he kept his promises or not. When the Wizard was given this message he was so frightened that he sent word for them to come to the Throne Room at four minutes after nine o'clock the next morning. He had once met the Winged Monkeys in the Land of the West, and he did not wish to meet them again.
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The four travelers passed a sleepless night, each thinking of the gift Oz had promised to bestow on him. Dorothy fell asleep only once, and then she dreamed she was in Kansas, where Aunt Em was telling her how glad she was to have her little girl at home again.
Promptly at nine o'clock the next morning the green-whiskered soldier came to them, and four minutes later they all went into the Throne Room of the Great Oz.
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007
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Then he blushed scarlet, and a sort of apology sprung to his lips; but observing that his order had wrought no sort of surprise in the earl or the waiting page, he suppressed the words he was about to utter. The page, in the most matter-of-course way, made a profound obeisance and retired backward out of the room to deliver the command. Tom experienced a glow of pride and a renewed sense of the compensating advantages of the kingly office. He said to himself, "Truly it is like what I used to feel when I read the old priest's tales, and did imagine mine own self a prince, giving law and command to all, saying, " Do this, do that," while none durst offer let or hindrance to my will."
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Now the doors swung open; one high-sounding title after another was announced, the personages owning them followed, and the place was quickly half filled with noble folk and finery. But Tom was hardly conscious of the presence of these people, so wrought up was he and so intensely absorbed in that other and more interesting matter. He seated himself, absently, in his chair of state, and turned his eyes upon the door with manifestations of impatient expectancy; seeing which, the company forbore to trouble him, and fell to chatting a mixture of public business and court gossip one with another.
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Then he blushed scarlet, and a sort of apology sprung to his lips; but observing that his order had wrought no sort of surprise in the earl or the waiting page, he suppressed the words he was about to utter. The page, in the most matter-of-course way, made a profound obeisance and retired backward out of the room to deliver the command. Tom experienced a glow of pride and a renewed sense of the compensating advantages of the kingly office. He said to himself, "Truly it is like what I used to feel when I read the old priest's tales, and did imagine mine own self a prince, giving law and command to all, saying, " Do this, do that," while none durst offer let or hindrance to my will."
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Now the doors swung open; one high-sounding title after another was announced, the personages owning them followed, and the place was quickly half filled with noble folk and finery. But Tom was hardly conscious of the presence of these people, so wrought up was he and so intensely absorbed in that other and more interesting matter. He seated himself, absently, in his chair of state, and turned his eyes upon the door with manifestations of impatient expectancy; seeing which, the company forbore to trouble him, and fell to chatting a mixture of public business and court gossip one with another.
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Suppose some one should come, and catch him in the prince's clothes, and the prince not there to explain. Might they not hang him at once, and inquire into his case afterward? He had heard that the great were prompt about small matters. His fears rose higher and higher; and trembling he softly opened the door to the ante-chamber, resolved to fly and seek the prince, and through him, protection and release. Six gorgeous gentlemen-servants and two young pages of high degree
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clothed like butterflies, sprung to their feet, and bowed low before him. He stepped quickly back, and shut the door. He said:
"Oh, they mock at me! They will go and tell. Oh! why came I here to cast away my life?"
He walked up and down the floor, filled with nameless fears, listening, starting at every trifling sound. Presently the door swung open, and a silken page said:
"The Lady Jane Grey."
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Suppose some one should come, and catch him in the prince's clothes, and the prince not there to explain. Might they not hang him at once, and inquire into his case afterward? He had heard that the great were prompt about small matters. His fears rose higher and higher; and trembling he softly opened the door to the ante-chamber, resolved to fly and seek the prince, and through him, protection and release. Six gorgeous gentlemen-servants and two young pages of high degree
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clothed like butterflies, sprung to their feet, and bowed low before him. He stepped quickly back, and shut the door. He said:
"Oh, they mock at me! They will go and tell. Oh! why came I here to cast away my life?"
He walked up and down the floor, filled with nameless fears, listening, starting at every trifling sound. Presently the door swung open, and a silken page said:
"The Lady Jane Grey."
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Monday, October 15, 2007
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He was absorbed in what he was hearing, and, on seeing Joe at the door, he had only just nodded his head. The young man was becoming so frequent a visitor as to be almost one of themselves.
Daisy read out:'
"The Avenger: A - "
And then she stopped short, for the next word puzzled her greatly. Bravely, however, she went on. "A the-o-ry."
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"Go in - do!" whispered Mrs. Bunting to her visitor. "Why should we stay out here in the cold? It's ridiculous."
"I don't want to interrupt Miss Daisy," whispered Chandler back, rather hoarsely.
"Well, you'll hear it all the better in the room. Don't think she'll stop because of you, bless you! There's nothing shy about our Daisy!"
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He was absorbed in what he was hearing, and, on seeing Joe at the door, he had only just nodded his head. The young man was becoming so frequent a visitor as to be almost one of themselves.
Daisy read out:'
"The Avenger: A - "
And then she stopped short, for the next word puzzled her greatly. Bravely, however, she went on. "A the-o-ry."
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"Go in - do!" whispered Mrs. Bunting to her visitor. "Why should we stay out here in the cold? It's ridiculous."
"I don't want to interrupt Miss Daisy," whispered Chandler back, rather hoarsely.
"Well, you'll hear it all the better in the room. Don't think she'll stop because of you, bless you! There's nothing shy about our Daisy!"
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"Indeed? Well, so long!"
After his wife had let their friend out, Bunting said cheerfully, "Joe seems to like our Daisy, eh, Ellen?"
But Mrs. Bunting shook her head scornfully. She did not exactly dislike the girl, though she did not hold with the way Bunting's daughter was being managed by that old aunt of hers - an idle, good-for-nothing way
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"Joe Chandler's too sensible a young chap to be thinking of girls yet awhile," she said tartly.
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Friday, October 12, 2007
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"She told me she was too old to marry - that she had waited too long. She said she had given much thought to the matter and while she had a great esteem, even affection, for Monsieur Darzac, she felt it would be better if things remained as they were. She would be happy
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she said, to see the relations between ourselves and Monsieur Darzac become closer, but only on the understanding that there would be no more talk of marriage."
"That is very strange!" muttered Monsieur Dax.
"Strange!" repeated Monsieur de Marquet.
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"She told me she was too old to marry - that she had waited too long. She said she had given much thought to the matter and while she had a great esteem, even affection, for Monsieur Darzac, she felt it would be better if things remained as they were. She would be happy
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she said, to see the relations between ourselves and Monsieur Darzac become closer, but only on the understanding that there would be no more talk of marriage."
"That is very strange!" muttered Monsieur Dax.
"Strange!" repeated Monsieur de Marquet.
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Thursday, October 11, 2007
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The farther on he went, the brighter and clearer grew the tiny light. On and on he walked till finally he found --I give you a thousand guesses, my dear children! He found a little table set for dinner and lighted by a candle stuck in a glass bottle; and near the table sat a little old man, white as the snow, eating live fish. They wriggled so that, now and again, one of them slipped out of the old man's mouth and escaped into the darkness under the table.
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At this sight, the poor Marionette was filled with such great and sudden happiness that he almost dropped in a faint. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry, he wanted to say a thousand and one things, but all he could do was to stand still, stuttering and stammering brokenly. At last, with a great effort, he was able to let out a scream of joy and, opening wide his arms he threw them around the old man's neck.
"Oh, Father, dear Father! Have I found you at last? Now I shall never, never leave you again!"
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The farther on he went, the brighter and clearer grew the tiny light. On and on he walked till finally he found --I give you a thousand guesses, my dear children! He found a little table set for dinner and lighted by a candle stuck in a glass bottle; and near the table sat a little old man, white as the snow, eating live fish. They wriggled so that, now and again, one of them slipped out of the old man's mouth and escaped into the darkness under the table.
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At this sight, the poor Marionette was filled with such great and sudden happiness that he almost dropped in a faint. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry, he wanted to say a thousand and one things, but all he could do was to stand still, stuttering and stammering brokenly. At last, with a great effort, he was able to let out a scream of joy and, opening wide his arms he threw them around the old man's neck.
"Oh, Father, dear Father! Have I found you at last? Now I shall never, never leave you again!"
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
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whole truth. He only allowed so much of it to appear as sufficed to ensure the acquittal of an innocent man. The reasons which he had for his reticence no longer exist. Better still, the time has come for my friend to speak out fully. You are going to know all; and, without further preamble, I am going to place before your eyes the problem of The Yellow Room as it was placed before the eyes of the
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entire world on the day following the enactment of the drama at the Chateau du Glandier.
On the 25th of October, 1892, the following note appeared in the latest edition of the "Temps":
"A frightful crime has been committed at the Glandier, on the border of the forest of Sainte-Genevieve, above Epinay-sur-Orge, at the house of Professor Stangerson. On that night, while the master was working in his laboratory, an attempt was made to assassinate Mademoiselle Stangerson, who was
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whole truth. He only allowed so much of it to appear as sufficed to ensure the acquittal of an innocent man. The reasons which he had for his reticence no longer exist. Better still, the time has come for my friend to speak out fully. You are going to know all; and, without further preamble, I am going to place before your eyes the problem of The Yellow Room as it was placed before the eyes of the
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entire world on the day following the enactment of the drama at the Chateau du Glandier.
On the 25th of October, 1892, the following note appeared in the latest edition of the "Temps":
"A frightful crime has been committed at the Glandier, on the border of the forest of Sainte-Genevieve, above Epinay-sur-Orge, at the house of Professor Stangerson. On that night, while the master was working in his laboratory, an attempt was made to assassinate Mademoiselle Stangerson, who was
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007
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“哦……王子……巴比伦王子来啦？”流着肥油的玛里王一见到陈可心，色迷迷的双眼便橡胶一样死死盯着她，甚至忘了刚才的紧张
“玛里王”拉比低身，客气的行了个见面礼，眼中的不快顺势隐藏在浓密的睫毛下
“色鬼”可心随着拉比低身，拉比的眼睛在听到可心得低骂时微微的动了动
“赐坐”失神的玛里王惹得身旁的女人大发娇气，不依的推着可以当自己爷爷的玛里王，千方百计的想让他回神。
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而此刻还傻站在大殿的伊辛纳木，心里有股说不出来的感觉，就象小孩看到自己丢掉的玩具在别人的手上一样。
“我的女奴，我们终于又见面了” 伊辛纳木暗红色的眼睛瞬间燃烧了起来。
拉比俯下身子贴着可心耳朵
“看来你原来的主人还挺想你”本来欲喝水的可心在听到他的话时，硬是给自己的口水活生生的呛住
“咳咳……”忍不住轻咳出声
与此同时身旁的拉比扬起高深的笑，上斜的眼睛似有似无的扫过远处的伊辛纳木，让他有种被摆一刀的感觉
伊辛纳木低头狠狠灌了一口酒，思考了再三，终于决定开口 Art Painting
“哦……王子……巴比伦王子来啦？”流着肥油的玛里王一见到陈可心，色迷迷的双眼便橡胶一样死死盯着她，甚至忘了刚才的紧张
“玛里王”拉比低身，客气的行了个见面礼，眼中的不快顺势隐藏在浓密的睫毛下
“色鬼”可心随着拉比低身，拉比的眼睛在听到可心得低骂时微微的动了动
“赐坐”失神的玛里王惹得身旁的女人大发娇气，不依的推着可以当自己爷爷的玛里王，千方百计的想让他回神。
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而此刻还傻站在大殿的伊辛纳木，心里有股说不出来的感觉，就象小孩看到自己丢掉的玩具在别人的手上一样。
“我的女奴，我们终于又见面了” 伊辛纳木暗红色的眼睛瞬间燃烧了起来。
拉比俯下身子贴着可心耳朵
“看来你原来的主人还挺想你”本来欲喝水的可心在听到他的话时，硬是给自己的口水活生生的呛住
“咳咳……”忍不住轻咳出声
与此同时身旁的拉比扬起高深的笑，上斜的眼睛似有似无的扫过远处的伊辛纳木，让他有种被摆一刀的感觉
伊辛纳木低头狠狠灌了一口酒，思考了再三，终于决定开口 Art Painting
Monday, October 8, 2007
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恍惚间跌坐进一个温暖宽厚的胸膛，尘芳抬眼看着胤禟。宽亮的额头，鼻梁高挺，双眼更是幽深迷人，无怪乎多少女子明知他无情薄幸，仍对他趋之若骛，只是——
忍不住轻轻抚去那眉宇间的皱痕，她幽声道：“别老皱眉头！年纪轻轻的，却整日阴沉着脸，你难道不知这几年旁人有多怕你吗？”
“那你呢？”胤禟梳理着她额头被汗水浸湿的碎发，“心里在想什么？你从来不插手朝廷的事，今天怎么把脑筋动到老四的身上了？小心惹火上身。”
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倚在胤禟怀中，闻着自他身上散发出来的淡淡龙涏香，尘芳轻叹道：“我有预感，那个胡什礼日后或许能救我一命。”
胤禟哑然失笑，拧着她的鼻尖道：“你是什么身份，还用得着他？真不知你的脑瓜子里在琢磨些什么？”
“世事无常，今日王侯将相，明日也许就沦为阶下囚。”尘芳想到此，眼眶不禁发红。
胤禟抚着她的脸，摩挲着手指下柔腻的凝脂道：“太医说了，你这病就是因为思虑过多所致，何苦做这伤春悲秋之叹，耗费了精神。”
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恍惚间跌坐进一个温暖宽厚的胸膛，尘芳抬眼看着胤禟。宽亮的额头，鼻梁高挺，双眼更是幽深迷人，无怪乎多少女子明知他无情薄幸，仍对他趋之若骛，只是——
忍不住轻轻抚去那眉宇间的皱痕，她幽声道：“别老皱眉头！年纪轻轻的，却整日阴沉着脸，你难道不知这几年旁人有多怕你吗？”
“那你呢？”胤禟梳理着她额头被汗水浸湿的碎发，“心里在想什么？你从来不插手朝廷的事，今天怎么把脑筋动到老四的身上了？小心惹火上身。”
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倚在胤禟怀中，闻着自他身上散发出来的淡淡龙涏香，尘芳轻叹道：“我有预感，那个胡什礼日后或许能救我一命。”
胤禟哑然失笑，拧着她的鼻尖道：“你是什么身份，还用得着他？真不知你的脑瓜子里在琢磨些什么？”
“世事无常，今日王侯将相，明日也许就沦为阶下囚。”尘芳想到此，眼眶不禁发红。
胤禟抚着她的脸，摩挲着手指下柔腻的凝脂道：“太医说了，你这病就是因为思虑过多所致，何苦做这伤春悲秋之叹，耗费了精神。”
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“要那样倒好了。偏偏他还认出我，就站在大街上拉着我认恩公，还要我告诉他住哪儿，说改天要登门拜谢。”周围的人本来都是在看大将军的，却被那书呆子搅得都在看她，害得她就想找个地方躲起来，回头想找艳红，才发现那对母子不见了。
“那你说了？”
“怎么可能？我最怕就是那种酸死人的书生。何况旁人和他嘀咕我的身份时，他就没敢吱声了。” 一回想起那书生的酸劲，金多多现在还觉得牙酥。她当时只是举手之劳而已，压根没想过会有什么回报。
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“哼，那当然，在他们用得着你的时候自然会说些一旦高中，必将厚报的话。可等他们真的高中了，只会把你忘得一干二净。”艳红说得云淡风轻。
“我金多多是什么人啊，又不是没见过世面的小丫头，还能信他那话……嗯，艳红姐，我不是故意的。”金多多突然收住了话头，尴尬地看着艳红。
“好了，都陈年往事了，不必担心我。”
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“要那样倒好了。偏偏他还认出我，就站在大街上拉着我认恩公，还要我告诉他住哪儿，说改天要登门拜谢。”周围的人本来都是在看大将军的，却被那书呆子搅得都在看她，害得她就想找个地方躲起来，回头想找艳红，才发现那对母子不见了。
“那你说了？”
“怎么可能？我最怕就是那种酸死人的书生。何况旁人和他嘀咕我的身份时，他就没敢吱声了。” 一回想起那书生的酸劲，金多多现在还觉得牙酥。她当时只是举手之劳而已，压根没想过会有什么回报。
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“哼，那当然，在他们用得着你的时候自然会说些一旦高中，必将厚报的话。可等他们真的高中了，只会把你忘得一干二净。”艳红说得云淡风轻。
“我金多多是什么人啊，又不是没见过世面的小丫头，还能信他那话……嗯，艳红姐，我不是故意的。”金多多突然收住了话头，尴尬地看着艳红。
“好了，都陈年往事了，不必担心我。”
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Saturday, October 6, 2007
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和长公主相处久了，知道她在知己面前是个随性子的人，所以也不废话，直接告诉她：我准备南下长沙。她愣住：“我才来你就要去？那我一块去。”我若有所思地问：“那……柳无烟柳大侠去不去？”她脸一红，啐道：“我哪知道，我才刚来。”我不放过调侃她的好机会，立马顺势问：“要不……你先在这儿和他聊聊天。”话音刚落，院子外头传来一阵悠扬的笛声。哈，古人追女子，都用这一套，嘿，你别说，古代的女子就吃这一套，看长公主那满眼柔情便知道了。
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我衷心希望这个柳同学是个身心健康的小伙子。毕竟，长公主已经三十五岁了。她还没经过人事，最重要的是，她一直想要一个孩子，属于她自己的孩子。古人不比现代人，认为过了三十多岁生孩子便不大好了，古代年过四十仍再接再励生一堆孩子的妇女还很多，古人没啥其他的业余爱好，所以……只好到了晚上早早关灯歇息，顺便做一些爱做的事情，最后就又搞出小礼物来了。
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和长公主相处久了，知道她在知己面前是个随性子的人，所以也不废话，直接告诉她：我准备南下长沙。她愣住：“我才来你就要去？那我一块去。”我若有所思地问：“那……柳无烟柳大侠去不去？”她脸一红，啐道：“我哪知道，我才刚来。”我不放过调侃她的好机会，立马顺势问：“要不……你先在这儿和他聊聊天。”话音刚落，院子外头传来一阵悠扬的笛声。哈，古人追女子，都用这一套，嘿，你别说，古代的女子就吃这一套，看长公主那满眼柔情便知道了。
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我衷心希望这个柳同学是个身心健康的小伙子。毕竟，长公主已经三十五岁了。她还没经过人事，最重要的是，她一直想要一个孩子，属于她自己的孩子。古人不比现代人，认为过了三十多岁生孩子便不大好了，古代年过四十仍再接再励生一堆孩子的妇女还很多，古人没啥其他的业余爱好，所以……只好到了晚上早早关灯歇息，顺便做一些爱做的事情，最后就又搞出小礼物来了。
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看着四周的各式才子佳人、莺歌燕舞，好不热闹。不由得叹了口气，呵，人家是好是坏关我什么事？况且现在他俩比翼双飞的羡煞无数人，连我还望着眼红呢！
算了，不想了，回去看儿子、喝酒、睡觉是正经。
回到王府别院，在绯红、绿萼的帮助下洗漱完毕，又检查了一番涵儿的功课，见他已有倦容，让绯红带着下去休息。又习惯性地准备上小花园歇息并喝两杯，绿萼跟在后头拿着新酿的梨花醉，到小花园亭子中坐定。
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萼才来得及斟第一杯酒，听闻院子里的粗使婆子来报，说周统领有要事求见。
最近因周勃正主子的事，我没有给他添事儿，所以平日里没传唤，他倒是从不出现在我眼前，如今这么晚，他不避闲地到后花园求见，定是为了他主子了！
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看着四周的各式才子佳人、莺歌燕舞，好不热闹。不由得叹了口气，呵，人家是好是坏关我什么事？况且现在他俩比翼双飞的羡煞无数人，连我还望着眼红呢！
算了，不想了，回去看儿子、喝酒、睡觉是正经。
回到王府别院，在绯红、绿萼的帮助下洗漱完毕，又检查了一番涵儿的功课，见他已有倦容，让绯红带着下去休息。又习惯性地准备上小花园歇息并喝两杯，绿萼跟在后头拿着新酿的梨花醉，到小花园亭子中坐定。
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萼才来得及斟第一杯酒，听闻院子里的粗使婆子来报，说周统领有要事求见。
最近因周勃正主子的事，我没有给他添事儿，所以平日里没传唤，他倒是从不出现在我眼前，如今这么晚，他不避闲地到后花园求见，定是为了他主子了！
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Thursday, October 4, 2007
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正经过前庭隔门口还有一段距离，只见门口候着的宫女小喜儿喜道：“来了，来了，娘娘，长公主和伶雪姑娘来了。”咦，奇怪，又不是等新郎，这么高兴？
我和长公主疑视一瞬，仍是朝门口走去。里头传来太后慈笑阵阵，琳琅玉脆，果然是太后扶着彩云的手走到堂前来了，一脸笑意：“这俩孩子，哀家等了好一会子了，快进来。”一边不容分说地将我和长公主一手一个，扶着向锦榻走去。
只见屋子里早不是我先前来过的模样，都换上秋季常用的家什了，左边的地上还跪着一个身材婀娜着粉色宫妆的少妇，一动不动的，我们这边亲切叙旧，她却甚是安静。
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还没等我们回过神来开口答话，太后对着我笑问：“咱们雪儿是越来越整齐了，看看这打扮，很合适嘛！对了，伶雪是嫌弃哀家老了，话多又啰唆吧？都好些日子没来看哀家了。”太后这异常的亲热劲，让我受宠若惊，非常的不对劲。我偷偷瞟了长公主一眼，发觉她也是一副莫名的神情望着我，见到我祈求的眼神，立刻赔笑道：“母后休怪妹妹，是儿臣自个儿闷得慌，一意留着妹妹多陪陪儿臣，哪承想是和母后抢人了？”太后坐上榻，也是笑道：“咱们伶雪是个贴心孩子，又是实心眼，哪会做得十面玲珑的？”我一惊，这话很值得琢磨琢磨，表扬得这么明显！
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正经过前庭隔门口还有一段距离，只见门口候着的宫女小喜儿喜道：“来了，来了，娘娘，长公主和伶雪姑娘来了。”咦，奇怪，又不是等新郎，这么高兴？
我和长公主疑视一瞬，仍是朝门口走去。里头传来太后慈笑阵阵，琳琅玉脆，果然是太后扶着彩云的手走到堂前来了，一脸笑意：“这俩孩子，哀家等了好一会子了，快进来。”一边不容分说地将我和长公主一手一个，扶着向锦榻走去。
只见屋子里早不是我先前来过的模样，都换上秋季常用的家什了，左边的地上还跪着一个身材婀娜着粉色宫妆的少妇，一动不动的，我们这边亲切叙旧，她却甚是安静。
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还没等我们回过神来开口答话，太后对着我笑问：“咱们雪儿是越来越整齐了，看看这打扮，很合适嘛！对了，伶雪是嫌弃哀家老了，话多又啰唆吧？都好些日子没来看哀家了。”太后这异常的亲热劲，让我受宠若惊，非常的不对劲。我偷偷瞟了长公主一眼，发觉她也是一副莫名的神情望着我，见到我祈求的眼神，立刻赔笑道：“母后休怪妹妹，是儿臣自个儿闷得慌，一意留着妹妹多陪陪儿臣，哪承想是和母后抢人了？”太后坐上榻，也是笑道：“咱们伶雪是个贴心孩子，又是实心眼，哪会做得十面玲珑的？”我一惊，这话很值得琢磨琢磨，表扬得这么明显！
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Wednesday, October 3, 2007
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他还在那里喋喋不休：“……到时候可就万众瞩目，所到之处无不引起轰动。说不定还会有N多Fans，而且是美女Fans拜倒在本人的西装裤下，啊哈哈……”
美女Fans？
这死老鼠！瞧他那两眼放光、手舞足蹈的德行，好象跟真的已经发生了一样。真是的！本性难移！坏家伙！
“呃，不对！本人玉树临风、英俊潇洒、年轻有为而且活力四射，怎么可能穿那些老气横秋、丑不拉叽的西装裤呢？让我想想，恩，拜倒在本人的……牛仔裤下？休闲裤下？还是……运动裤下？”他还真的一副难为情的样子！
狂晕……
神啊，9958！（救救我吧）
我拽着小说的手已经开始发抖了，当然不是因为冷，更不是因为害怕，而是——再这样下去我会忍不住拿书K他的！真是受够了！无语啊！！
现在我突然发现那句话好有道理哦，它说“人的忍耐是有限度的”！恩，不愧为至理名言。臭老鼠，你要真敢惹毛本姑娘的话，哼哼~我就让你见识见识什么叫真正的“九阴白骨爪”！嘿嘿嘿，我在心里奸奸的笑。
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他还在那里喋喋不休：“……到时候可就万众瞩目，所到之处无不引起轰动。说不定还会有N多Fans，而且是美女Fans拜倒在本人的西装裤下，啊哈哈……”
美女Fans？
这死老鼠！瞧他那两眼放光、手舞足蹈的德行，好象跟真的已经发生了一样。真是的！本性难移！坏家伙！
“呃，不对！本人玉树临风、英俊潇洒、年轻有为而且活力四射，怎么可能穿那些老气横秋、丑不拉叽的西装裤呢？让我想想，恩，拜倒在本人的……牛仔裤下？休闲裤下？还是……运动裤下？”他还真的一副难为情的样子！
狂晕……
神啊，9958！（救救我吧）
我拽着小说的手已经开始发抖了，当然不是因为冷，更不是因为害怕，而是——再这样下去我会忍不住拿书K他的！真是受够了！无语啊！！
现在我突然发现那句话好有道理哦，它说“人的忍耐是有限度的”！恩，不愧为至理名言。臭老鼠，你要真敢惹毛本姑娘的话，哼哼~我就让你见识见识什么叫真正的“九阴白骨爪”！嘿嘿嘿，我在心里奸奸的笑。
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