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Sunday, May 4, 2008

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据说，在汉代。侯的封爵分这几种：
1.关内侯。这是最低的。在三国时，曹操对于刚投靠他的人一开始就封这个。例如，张辽。
2.亭侯。关羽最初的封号就是这等级。汉寿亭侯。
3.乡侯。特别说明一下。诸葛亮的封号是蜀汉武乡侯。只是名字叫乡侯。其实，在汉代，武乡是地名，在今天的河北省。当时是一个县，比“乡”要大的。
4.县侯。这是汉代最高的侯爵了。即是楼主说的万户侯。一个“县”起码有一万人口。所以，上面说的诸葛亮蜀汉武乡侯。实际上万户侯的等级楼上的兄弟，不是这么说的。这是刘备有“怀抱天下”的想法。当时的河北是曹家的地盘，将诸葛亮封在那，可证明“其实，在我心中，河北也是我刘家的。你诸葛亮如果真的想到那做候爷，就给老子我打到河北吧”
另外，在战国之时，文信侯吕不韦的封地是在洛阳，这是秦国刚得到的地方。不是秦国的本土啊。贵族精神本来是没有错的，只是后来的腐朽的人的本性才使得这错了。
不过这也好，整出了江山代有人才出！

Monday, April 28, 2008

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正在现场组织指挥的济南军区参谋长赵宗岐告诉记者，解放军、武警官兵主要是担负抢救伤员、搬运罹难者遗体和封控现场的任务。
148医院是第一批赶到现场的救援力量之一，据院长刘长伟介绍，医院30多名官兵到了现场后，已抢救出80名伤员。
武警山东省总队医院抢险分队负责搬运罹难者遗体。据副院长田英军介绍，他们已搬运了50具遗体，抢救出1名重伤员。
赵宗岐说，军队下一步要配合地方全力救治伤病员，妥善处理善后工作，尽快恢复胶济铁路的正常运行。
截至目前，现场清理、救援工作正在紧张进行。解放军帮助百姓是我军的光荣传统并不能单纯的类比他国所谓国家武装力量
哪里有灾难哪里就有人民子弟兵什么叫子弟兵，是人民的儿子，先有人民后有子弟兵，再说了这是我党我军的风格，那里有危险，那里有困难，那里就有我们中国人民解放军！

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不冷！”五千人整齐如一，声音如同炸雷一样，平虏军有些人被吓了一跳。
　　赵刚又转脸问西边的平虏军
　　“冷不冷？！”
　　平虏军可真是操蛋，昏昏沉沉的几声嚷”不……冷”，到底冷不冷只有自己知道。
　　只有一个家伙叫得声音高，而且还有些童音，”妈的！东边的不冷，老子也不冷！”
　　赵刚看着西边，用手一指发出声音的地方，叫道：”刚才叫老子的站出来！”
　　呼啦一下，平虏军被赵刚所指之处像潮水般的散开了，一个年轻人孤零零的站着，他也不害怕，几步到了将台下，梗着脖子说：
　　“就是我！”
　　“你是哪个营的？”
　　“平虏军第三团第三营第二连的，我叫宋乙！”
　　“宋乙？官名？”
　　“报赵巡检，官名没有！”
　　“为甚么自称老子？”
　　“报赵巡检，你看平虏军不像样子，变着法折腾，我心里不服！我不见得比东边这群丘八弱！”
　　这小子也真的泼皮胆大，当众脱了衣服，里头没穿内衣，竟脱得赤精打条，有几个可能是宋乙的好友，也走过来脱了精光！
　　赵刚盯着这人，足有一柱香时间，突然桌子一拍，大声说：
　　“好样的！像赵刚的兵！宋乙归队，晋升你为三团团长，其它几个都晋升为营长，加入宋乙的三团！”

Monday, April 7, 2008

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

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which had frowned on me so ominously
from the hearthrug of Gateshead. I now glanced sideways at this
piece of architecture. Yes, I was right: it was Mr. Brocklehurst,
buttoned up in a surtout, and looking longer, narrower, and more rigid
than ever.
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I had my own reasons for being dismayed at this apparition; too
well I remembered the perfidious hints given by Mrs. Reed about my
disposition, etc.; the promise pledged by Mr. Brocklehurst to
apprise Miss Temple and the teachers of my vicious nature. All along I
had been dreading the fulfilment of this promise,- I had been
looking out daily for the 'Coming Man,' whose information respecting
my past life and conversation was to brand me as a bad child for ever:
now there he was.

Monday, January 21, 2008

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and the novelty of a situation which her fancy had never taken into account. Must it not follow of course, that, when he was understood, he should succeed? He believed it fully. Love such as his, in a man like himself, must with perseverance secure a return, and at no great distance; and he had so much delight in the idea of obliging her to love him in a very short time, that her not loving him now was scarcely regretted. A little difficulty to be overcome was no evil to Henry Crawford. He rather derived spirits from it. He had been apt to gain hearts too easily.
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His situation was new and animating. ¡¡¡¡ To Fanny, however, who had known too much opposition all her life to find any charm in it, all this was unintelligible. She found that he did mean to persevere; but how he could, after such language from her as she felt herself obliged to use, was not to be understood. She told him that she did not love him, could not

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

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¡¡¡¡"Don't look!" cried Mr. Lorry, absolutely desperate. "No, Lucie, my dear, nor you!" He got his arm round her, and held her. "Don't be so terrified, my love. I solemnly swear to you that I know of no harm having happened to Charles; that I had no suspicion even of his being in this fatal place. What prison is he in?" ¡¡¡¡"La Force!" ¡¡¡¡"La Force! Lucie, my child, if ever you were brave and serviceable in your life- and you were always both- you will compose yourself now, to do exactly as I bid you; for more depends upon it than you can think,
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or I can say. There is no help for you in any action on your part to-night; you cannot possibly stir out. I say this, because what I must bid you to do for Charles's sake, is the hardest thing to do of all. You must instantly be obedient, still, and quiet. You must let me put you in a room at the back here. You must leave your father and me alone for two minutes, and as there are Life and Death in the world you must not delay."

Monday, December 31, 2007

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'As Em'ly's eyes - which was heavy - see this woman better,' Mr. Peggotty went on, 'she know'd as she was one of them as she had often talked to on the beach. Fur, though she had run (as I have said) ever so fur in the night, she had oftentimes wandered long ways, partly afoot, partly in boats and carriages, and know'd all that country, 'long the coast, miles and miles. She hadn't no children of her own, this woman, being a young wife; but she was a- looking to have one afore long. And may my prayers go up to Heaven that 'twill be a happiness to her,
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and a comfort, and a honour, all her life! May it love her and be dootiful to her, in her old age; helpful of her at the last; a Angel to her heer, and heerafter!' ¡¡¡¡'Amen!' said my aunt. ¡¡¡¡'She had been summat timorous and down,' said Mr. Peggotty, and had sat, at first, a little way off, at her spinning, or such work as it was, when Em'ly talked to the

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

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'I do, and you can't help yourself,' replied Uriah. 'To think of your going and attacking me, that have always been a friend to you! But there can't be a quarrel without two parties, and I won't be one. I will be a friend to you, in spite of you. So now you know what you've got to expect.' ¡¡¡¡The necessity of carrying on this dialogue (his part in which was very slow; mine very quick) in a low tone, that the house might not be disturbed at an unseasonable hour
oil painting , did not improve my temper; though my passion was cooling down. Merely telling him that I should expect from him what I always had expected, and had never yet been disappointed in, I opened the door upon him, as if he had been a great walnut put there to be cracked, and went out of the house. But he slept out of the house too, at his mother's lodging; and before I had gone many hundred yards, came up with me.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

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the last supper painting `Well, close the curtains, Nelly,' she said; `and bring up tea. I'll be back again directly.'
She quitted the apartment; Mr Edgar inquired, carelessly, who it was.
`Someone mistress does not expect,' I replied. `That Heathcliff--you recollect him, sir,--who used to live at Mr Earnshaw's.'
`What! the gipsy--the ploughboy?' he cried. `Why did you not say so to Catherine?'
`Hush! you must not call him by those names, master,' I said. `She'd be sadly grieved to hear you. She was nearly heartbroken when he ran off. I guess his return will make a jubilee to her.'
Mr Linton walked to a window on the other side of the room that overlooked the court. He unfastened it and leant out. I suppose they were below, for he exclaimed quickly--`Don't stand there, love! Bring the person in, if it be anyone particular.' Ere long I heard the click of the latch, and Catherine flew upstairs, breathless and wild; too excited to show gladness: indeed, by her face, you would rather have surmised an awful calamity.
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`Oh, Edgar, Edgar!' she panted, flinging her arms round his neck. `Oh Edgar, darling! Heathcliff's come back-he is!' And she tightened her embrace to a squeeze.
`Well, well,' cried her husband crossly, `don't strangle me for that! He never struck me as such a marvellous treasure. There is no need to be frantic!'
`I know you didn't like him,' she answered, repressing a little the intensity of her delight. `Yet, for my sake, you must be friends now. Shall I tell him to come up?'
`Here?' he said, `into the parlour?'
`Where else?' she asked.
He looked vexed, and suggested the kitchen as a more suitable place for him. Mrs Linton eyed him with a droll expression--half angry, half laughing at his fastidiousness.
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

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more to my heart, as I do now; and kissed her, as thus- and felt
that she loved me, and trusted that she would not leave me.'
'Which I never will, sir, from this day.'
'Never will, says the vision? But I always woke and found it an
empty mockery; and I was desolate and abandoned- my life dark, lonely,
hopeless- my soul athirst and forbidden to drink- my heart famished
and never to be fed. Gentle, soft dream, nestling in my arms now,
you will fly, too, as your sisters have all fled before you: but
kiss me before you go- embrace me, Jane.'
'There, sir- and there!'
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I pressed my lips to his once brilliant and now rayless eyes- I
swept his hair from his brow, and kissed that too. He suddenly
seemed to arouse himself: the conviction of the reality of all this
seized him.
'It is you- is it, Jane? You are come back to me then?'
'I am.'
'And you do not lie dead in some ditch under some stream? And you
are not a pining outcast amongst strangers?'
'No, sir! I am an independent woman now.'
'Independent! What do you mean, Jane?'
'My uncle in Madeira is dead, and he left me five thousand pounds.'
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

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have not a legitimate obstacle to contend with; some affairs
settled, a successor for Morton provided, an entanglement or two of
the feelings broken through or cut asunder- a last conflict with human
weakness, in which I know I shall overcome, because I have vowed
that I will overcome- and I leave Europe for the East.'
He said this, in his peculiar, subdued, yet emphatic voice;
looking, when he had ceased speaking, not at me, but at the setting
sun, at which I looked too. Both he and I had our backs towards the
path leading up the field to the wicket. We had heard no step on the
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grass-grown track; the water running in the vale was the one lulling
sound of the hour and scene; we might well then start when a gay
voice, sweet as a silver bell, exclaimed-
'Good evening, Mr. Rivers. And good evening, old Carlo. Your dog is
quicker to recognise his friends than you are, sir; he pricked his
ears and wagged his tail when I was at the bottom of the field, and
you have your back towards me now.'
It was true. Though Mr. Rivers had started at the first of those
musical accents, as if a thunderbolt had split a cloud over his
head, he stood yet, at the close of the sentence, in the same attitude
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Monday, October 15, 2007

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had, I daresay, momentarily fled: for I felt my forehead dewy, and
my cheeks and lips cold. When I rallied, which I soon did, he walked
gently with me up the path to the porch.
We entered the quiet and humble temple; the priest waited in his
white surplice at the lowly altar, the clerk beside him. All was
still: two shadows only moved in a remote corner. My conjecture had
been correct: the strangers had slipped in before us, and they now
stood by the vault of the Rochesters, their backs towards us,
viewing through the rails the old times-stained marble tomb, where a
kneeling angel guarded the remains of Damer de Rochester, slain at
Marston Moor in the time of the civil wars, and of Elizabeth, his
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Our place was taken at the communion rails. Hearing a cautious step
behind me, I glanced over my shoulder: one of the strangers- a
gentleman, evidently- was advancing up the chancel. The service began.
The explanation of the intent of matrimony was gone through; and
then the clergyman came a step farther forward, and, bending
slightly towards Mr. Rochester, went on.
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Sunday, October 14, 2007

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the last supper painting wait many minutes- so long was the silence protracted. At last I
looked up at the tardy speaker: he was looking eagerly at me.
'Little friend,' said he, in quite a changed tone- while his face
changed too, losing all its softness and gravity, and becoming harsh
and sarcastic- 'you have noticed my tender penchant for Miss Ingram:
don't you think if I married her she would regenerate me with a
vengeance?'
He got up instantly, went quite to the other end of the walk, and
when he came back he was humming a tune.
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wait many minutes- so long was the silence protracted. At last I
looked up at the tardy speaker: he was looking eagerly at me.
'Little friend,' said he, in quite a changed tone- while his face
changed too, losing all its softness and gravity, and becoming harsh
and sarcastic- 'you have noticed my tender penchant for Miss Ingram:
don't you think if I married her she would regenerate me with a
vengeance?'
He got up instantly, went quite to the other end of the walk, and
when he came back he was humming a tune.
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Saturday, October 13, 2007

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the arch, were now irresistibly attracted to the semicircle of chairs.
What charade Colonel Dent and his party played, what word they
chose, how they acquitted themselves, I no longer remember; but I
still see the consultation which followed each scene: I see Mr.
Rochester turn to Miss Ingram, and Miss Ingram to him; I see her
incline her head towards him, till the jetty curls almost touch his
shoulder and wave against his cheek; I hear their mutual
whisperings; I recall their interchanged glances; and something even
of the feeling roused by the spectacle returns in memory at this
moment.
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I have told you, reader, that I had learnt to love Mr. Rochester: I
could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to
notice me- because I might pass hours in his presence, and he would
never once turn his eyes in my direction- because I saw all his
attentions appropriated by a great lady, who scorned to touch me
with the hem of her robes as she passed; who, if ever her dark and
imperious eye fell on me by chance, would withdraw it instantly as
from an object too mean to merit observation. I could not unlove
him, because I felt sure he would soon marry this very lady- because I
read daily in her a proud security in his intentions respecting her-
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Thursday, October 11, 2007

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nearer my own age). 'She is qualified to teach the usual branches of a
good English education, together with French, Drawing, and Music'
(in those days, reader, this now narrow catalogue of
accomplishments, would have been held tolerably comprehensive).
This document remained locked in my drawer all day: after tea, I
asked leave of the new superintendent to go to Lowton, in order to
perform some small commissions for myself and one or two of my
fellow-teachers; permission was readily granted; I went. It was a walk
of two miles, and the evening was wet, but the days were still long; I
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visited a shop or two, slipped the letter into the post-office, and
came back through heavy rain, with streaming garments, but with a
relieved heart.
The succeeding week seemed long: it came to an end at last,
however, like all sublunary things, and once more, towards the close
of a pleasant autumn day, I found myself afoot on the road to
Lowton. A picturesque track it was, by the way; lying along the side
of the beck and through the sweetest curves of the dale: but that
day I thought more of the letters, that might or might not be awaiting
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007

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'Something passed her, all dressed in white, and vanished'- 'A
great black dog behind him'- 'Three loud raps on the chamber door'-
'A light in the churchyard just over his grave,' etc., etc.
At last both slept: the fire and the candle went out. For me, the
watches of that long night passed in ghastly wakefulness; ear, eye,
and mind were alike strained by dread: such dread as children only can
feel.
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No severe or prolonged bodily illness followed this incident of the
red-room; it only gave my nerves a shock of which I feel the
reverberation to this day. Yes, Mrs. Reed, to you I owe some fearful
pangs of mental suffering, but I ought to forgive you, for you knew
not what you did: while rending my heart-strings, you thought you were
only uprooting my bad propensities.
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007

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　佟志说:共青团组织联欢会，都是年轻人，我们老同志去多扫兴啊！我也不去了。
　　李天骄说:什么呀，好多老同志都去啦，厂长书记都去了，再说，你又不老。
　　大庄接口说:可不，佟工年轻着哪，刚三十，不到八十哪！
　　佟志给了大庄一拳。李天骄上前拽住佟志，说:走吧，还有庄师傅也去。
　　大庄本来正在幸灾乐祸，李天骄绵绵的小手抓住他，他立刻站起，说:那就去吧，累死就当睡着了。
　　佟志连声叫:哎，哎，你这人有立场没立场啊！
　　大庄说:咱老同志也得支持共青团活动啊，现在不提倡老中青三结合嘛，是不是小李？
　　李天骄说:是啊，老同志得传帮带啊。
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　佟志被动地被两个人拽走了……
　　所谓的晚会场地就是食堂。佟志、大庄和李天骄进来，人们立刻起哄:佟工表演一个节目……佟志闹个大红脸说:我不会啊，我除了会吹口哨，哄孩子撒尿，我什么艺术细胞也没有啊！
　　起哄最来劲的是小梁，他一个劲地喊:那就吹段口哨也成啊！
　　佟志瞪着小梁说:你是两岁小孩儿啊！
　　李天骄笑了，小梁气得转过脸去。
　　李天骄说:佟工，咱们合作一个节目怎么样？
　　掌声四起。佟志为难地说:这这不赶鸭子上架吗？
　　底下喊了:佟工会唱样板戏，来段《智取威虎山》、《红灯记》、《沙家浜》……
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Monday, October 8, 2007

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大庄赶紧堵庄嫂嘴，一边回身冲局长说:老娘儿们说话不走脑子！
　　局长拿出姿态，语重心长地说:大庄同志，让你爱人说吧，畅所欲言。我们做领导干部的欢迎群众对我们的工作监督批评，有则改之无则加勉嘛。
　　大庄听到这话，手慢慢放下。庄嫂立刻眼睛发红，上前握住局长的手说:局长同志啊，你这话可真说到俺心坎上了，俺和俺爱人大庄两家三代贫农，穷啊，见人矮三分啊！现在咱进了这北京城当了工人阶级，俺高兴光荣啊。可没承想还受这大委屈，咱就是想不通，受不了，咱不是工人阶级吗？咱没做贡献吗？
　　庄嫂说着眼泪缓缓流下，再不像刚才和孙师傅那样跳着脚撒泼，现在的庄嫂可怜兮兮的，像受了天大委屈似的。大庄跟着眼也红了，过去扶住老婆肩膀，递过去手绢。庄嫂一个劲流泪，擦泪。慌得局长赶紧握住庄嫂的手说:这位同志，有什么意见尽管提，共产党就是为老百姓办实事讲道理的。
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　局长一个劲劝说:有什么困难，你说吧，只要是合情合理的，厂里能解决就厂里解决，厂里不能解决还有局里部里，你要相信党相信政府。
　　庄嫂含着泪抬起头，说:我总算盼到有人说句公道话了。我们家住房实在是困难啊，我爱人，我儿子，我公公婆婆，我家也有老人，我们四代同堂啊。可和我们条件一样的，条件还不如我们的，就能比我们多分房子。局长同志，我们不是要跟人比，我们就是要一个公道，我们就是想问为什么？
　　一听这房子问题，局长头也大了，但不好表态，于是抽象安慰着:你慢慢说慢慢说，这个问题可能不是一天两天……
　　厂长忍不住了，说:庄嫂，这是咱厂里自己的事儿，局长工作繁忙，咱别麻烦局长好吗？我们会认真解决问题的！the last supper painting

Sunday, October 7, 2007

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　“这只是订金，人到手之后，还有两倍！”男人的声音。
　　一支精干的马队踏着绚丽的晚霞奔驰而来，第一匹马上是甄一然，常发、陈发海、小马和卫生员陆佳萍等人紧随其后。马队穿过了山凹，越过了小河，奔向一个村庄。
　　走了很久，甄一然他们在一个地方休息。甄一然等人刚刚下马，张队长迎了上来。
　　甄一然边走边问：“情况怎么样？”
　　“已经查清楚了，这一带的土匪的确很多，其中最实力最强，也最嚣张的是‘五龙’……是五股土匪，有黑龙、银龙、土龙、海龙……还有一个是我们以前的老对手母猪龙！”
　　“母猪龙？”甄一然惊奇地，“他怎么会在这儿？”
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一伙亡命之徒占山为王！鬼子投降以后，他怕国民党找他的麻烦，更怕我们会收拾他，带着人跑到这儿来了，就盘踞在赤峰山！”
　　常发顿时来了精神：“这小子，从平阳镇逃跑以后就没下文了，我还以为他早死了呢！甄书记，我看咱就先杀了这头母猪吧！”
　　甄一然摆摆手：“咱们先研究一下。”
　　甄一然对围在地图前的几个干部说：“这五条恶龙盘踞五峰，打家劫舍侵害地方。如果不能尽快扫清这帮土匪，就发动不起群众，就无法建党、建政、建立巩固的根据地。尤其是这个母猪龙，他控制的地盘卡住了我们向东北发展的咽喉，非解决不可！”
　　张队长说：“这个母猪龙很狡猾，他一直回避和我们正面冲突，而我们又暂时无法攻到山里，要想彻底消灭这股土匪难度很大！”
　　甄一然问：“有没有办法把他引出来？”
the last supper painting

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