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【大家和睦相處不好嗎】我不想掐也不想被人掐 1樓就不留了 真是……總覺得家教吧越來越不和諧了,每天都看到一群掐架的(不是特指)……有時LZ已經在1L寫了不要路過,還是有人無視,不管是什麽黨派,在其他人的CP樓裡發一句自己的CP都會讓人反感吧……我不討厭任何一個CP,但在某個CP帖里看到別的CP路過真是很不爽……既然喜歡這個CP,又何必做出這種討嫌行為呢?大家和諧相處不行嗎?何必呢? 而且其實不止某個黨派,其他黨派有時也常常路過別人CP樓的情況不是嗎……最後每次都搞得大家都不高興,難道一定要在家教吧禁止發CP帖才能制止這種情況嗎……而且現在演變成【對6918黨的指名】真的好么?不要一棍子打死一群人啊……雖然我不太清楚可是我相信惹人厭的也不是全部人吧……還有兩個黨掐起來後就會說什麼【原來你們這個黨派的人都是這種素質啊】,看了真的很不舒服!當初三字母吧也是這樣才搞的吧主辭職的,我不想看到家教吧也出現吧友外流之類的情況…… 請大家都去再好好看一看吧規吧,我相信大家都還是愛著家教,愛著這個吧的,我也不希望別人說什麽【家教吧亂死了,天天都在互掐】這類的話……所以有些人真是求你們了,別再掐了好嗎?我想看到一個真正團結和諧的家教吧,而不是各黨派分散開來組成的一團散沙……像周總理說的那樣【求同存異】好嗎?我相信沒有人會希望這個吧朝著不好的發向發展吧?現在這樣真是太累了…… 因為LZ不蛋腚所以很沒條理,如果得罪了大家真是對不起了……希望大家回帖的時候言辭別太極端了,就這樣。
《断头谷》部分英文版 好不容易找到的原著,可惜只有一点点,也不知道有没有被发过,但还是发上来了。另外,由于我脑子不大好使,到目前为止都没看懂太多,希望各位帮帮忙吧!In the bosom of one of those spacious coves which indent the eastern shore of the Hudson, at that broad expansion of the river denominated by the ancient Dutch navigators the Tappan Zee, and where they always prudently shortened sail and implored the protection of Saint Nicholas, there lies a small market town which is generally known by the name of Tarry Town. This name was given by the good housewives of the adjacent country from the inveterate propensity of their husbands to linger about the village tavern on market days. Not far from this village, perhaps about two miles, there is a little valley among high hills which is one of the quietest places in the whole world. A small brook murmurs through it and, with the occasional whistle of a quail or tapping of a woodpecker, is almost the only sound that ever breaks the uniform tranquillity. From the listless repose of the place, this sequestered glen has long been known by the name of Sleepy Hollow. Some say that the place was bewitched during the early days of the Dutch settlement; others, that an old Indian chief, the wizard of his tribe, held his powwows there before the country was discovered by Master Hendrick Hudson. Certain it is, the place still continues under the sway of some witching power that holds a spell over the minds of the descendants of the original settlers. They are given to all kinds of marvelous beliefs, are subject to trances and visions, and frequently hear music and voices in the air. The whole neighborhood abounds with local tales, haunted spots, and twilight superstitions. The dominant spirit that haunts this enchanted region is the apparition of a figure on horseback without a head. It is said to be the ghost of a Hessian trooper, whose head had been carried away by a cannonball in some nameless battle during the Revolutionary War, and who is ever seen by the countryfolk, hurrying along in the gloom of the night as if on the wings of the wind. Historians of those parts allege that the body of the trooper having been buried in the yard of a church at no great distance, the ghost rides forth to the scene of battle in nightly quest of his head; and that the rushing speed with which he sometimes passes along the Hollow is owing to his being in a hurry to get back to the churchyard before daybreak. The specter is known, at all the country firesides, by the name of the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow. It is remarkable that this visionary propensity is not confined to native inhabitants of this little retired Dutch valley, but is unconsciously imbibed by everyone who resides there for a time. However wide-awake they may have been before they entered that sleepy region, they are sure, in a little time, to inhale the witching influence of the air and begin to grow imaginative, to dream dreams, and see apparitions. In this by-place of nature there abode, some thirty years since, a worthy wight of the name of Ichabod Crane, a native of Connecticut, who "tarried" in Sleepy Hollow for the purpose of instructing the children of the vicinity. He was tall and exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, and feet that might have served for shovels. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weathercock perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind blew. To see him striding along on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for some scarecrow eloped from a cornfield.
原创!!!大家一起写啊!我先来! 小魔女的自白五岁那年,父亲抛弃了母亲,任凭母亲泪流满面。望着他远去的背影,我咬破了嘴唇,血水从嘴角流下。“男人中没有一个好东西!”我愤愤地想,从此刻苦习武,报复那些男人。八年之后,我习武成功,并拥有了自己的一块领土——真核魔幻城。如我所愿,我控制了那些男人,看着他们自残的样子,我在心里轻蔑地冷笑。在十五岁的一个中午,我的生活被一个电话打断。是中心局打来的。他们向我报告,三个非法入境者进入我的领地。两个少年和一个女孩,还有一只袖狗。我的第六感告诉我,其中一个少年可能是小伯爵。对于他的资料,我已经了如指掌,背得滚瓜烂熟。我要抓住他的理由很简单——得到螺旋棍的口诀。这天下无敌的口诀只有他一个人知道。再厉害的人也有弱点,针对他的弱点,我想我知道该怎么做了。如我所料,对他用了迷魂曲和涟漪波后,就轻而易举地被我抓住了。哼,微观界最厉害的人也不过如此。我想着,对男人的轻视又多了几分。但是很奇怪,我不敢正视他的眼睛。自从对他用过涟漪波后,我就没看过他的眼睛。我觉得他的眼睛虽然是迷茫的,可是却有一种深不可测的感觉。看着他的眼睛,会使我心里发虚。但是意外在当晚发生。值班员告诉我,小伯爵昏倒了!我和小慧很快地赶到了。他的手被什么东西咬了,虽然只是个小口子,却让他昏倒了。我很奇怪,托起了他的手。就在这时他突然梦呓般呢喃道:“噢……可能是……我在七星州吗?”我心中一震。七星主——这个险恶的家伙。几年前,我从得到的资料中判断出父亲被他抓走了。我不知道他会使出怎样的手段。可是出乎我的意料,他表示愿意用我父亲去换小伯爵。我犹豫了。但是看到母亲整天以泪洗面的样子,我咬了咬牙,同意了。在魔幻葫芦谷,由于我太大意,被七星主粘在了葫芦上。虽然我挣扎过,但是我还是失败了。七星主把我的父亲放了出来,但代价是让我和他一块儿回原核七星州。望着双眼无神的小伯爵,愧疚从我心底滋生。我竟第一次对男人道歉:“唉,对不起,小伯爵,是我连累了你……”尽管我知道他已经失忆了……本来应该到此结束的,可是七星主却用宝轮从后面偷袭我。虽然我已经有所察觉,但是已经来不及躲开了。“刷——”的一声过后,却久久感觉不到疼痛。我回头一看,小伯爵不知在何时出手抓住了七星宝轮,把我救下了。我当时感到一阵阵吃惊。虽然他失忆了,虽然他傻了,可是他的功力没有消失……七星主却以为我又要用涟漪波,使用了闪电念动诀。正当我感到晕头转向之际,葫芦突然停了。我落到了地上。又是小伯爵。他再次帮助了我,可是我开始怀疑:“莫非他已恢复了记忆?”就在这时,我发现七星主以把小伯爵的注意力转移到了别处,而他的手,在扼向小伯爵的咽喉!我情不自禁地叫了一声,闭上了双眼。待我再次睁开眼睛时,小伯爵却已经把七星主制服在地,并抽出螺旋棍,向我刺来。螺旋棍是微观界——不,乃至宏观都是最厉害的武器。我心想今天我是必死无疑了。可是事情不如我想象得那么糟,小伯爵抽碎了葫芦,使我脱身了。最终,小伯爵用螺旋棍把七星主打回原形。他跟我说他要尽快去虚幻海海岸。我为了报答他的救命之恩把魔笛环送给了他,但是我没有想到,他竟送了我传说中的螺哨环,还教了我口诀。谢谢小伯爵,他让我知道,男人中也有好人,他改变了我的信念。小伯爵,我们何时才能再次见面呢?
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