●7月28日晚8时 联谊会馆热点讨论:砍砍斑竹!精彩实况全记录!(4)

●志愿主持人:獨孤小珠 ●策划:星空无语
(承前) 【獨孤小珠】(九)、關版主第一次如此冷場(對關版主有意見的直說嘛) 大家早晨好! (关山度: 2000-07-27, 08:13:27)0 B (0/1/1) 好! (獨孤小珠: 2000-07-27, 08:41:17)0 B (0/0/0) ——炮轰关山度 (寇宗) ——好!(啪啪啪...拍手聲)...真慘..嘿嘿.. (woody) ——哈哈哈哈 (贾爱国) 【獨孤小珠】唉喲!累坏。。我。。。我。。。啦!(該。。。該。。。該砍那一位啦?) ——喝点茶吧! (绿茶) ——中场休息,喝口水 (了望周刊) ——喝口水,休息一下:)今日小珠姐姐功力果然不凡!我沒白來啦! (woody) ——逮一个俘虏一个吧,管呢。 (牛庄) 【强国论坛的掏粪工】星空无语:以前几大筐话不敢说,硬是咽尽肚子里 结果腰围达3尺6,现在有减肥的机会,嘴巴像嘣豆子; 现腰围1尺8 【强国论坛的掏粪工】我来铲小平头:比猪还懒,一年只剃一次头发; 【压低嗓子】各位:不见版主,你们乱砍什么?不是在砍空气吧。 ——是啊,越看越不对劲,只是累了小珠MM (了望周刊) 【袋鼠-业余爱国人士】关山:大刀阔斧,喜怒无常 ——给你这一铲,头更平了。 (压低嗓子) 【强国论坛的掏粪工】关山度:标准的一杆枪,一扇风就上火; 【我吃我素】感谢畅游,送沙翁诗一首 A Lover's Complaint FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale; Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain, Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain. Upon her head a platted hive of straw, Which fortified her visage from the sun, Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw The carcass of beauty spent and done: Time had not scythed all that youth begun, Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage, Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age. Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne, Which on it had conceited characters, Laundering the silken figures in the brine That season'd woe had pelleted in tears, And often reading what contents it bears; As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe, In clamours of all size, both high and low. Sometimes her levell'd eyes their carriage ride, As they did battery to the spheres intend; Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend Their view right on; anon their gazes lend To every place at once, and, nowhere fix'd, The mind and sight distractedly commix'd. Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plat, Proclaim'd in her a careless hand of pride For some, untuck'd, descended her sheaved hat, Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside; Some in her threaden fillet still did bide, And true to bondage would not break from thence, Though slackly braided in loose negligence. A thousand favours from a maund she drew Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet, Which one by one she in a river threw, Upon whose weeping margent she was set; Like usury, applying wet to wet, Or monarch's hands that let not bounty fall Where want cries some, but where excess begs all. Of folded schedules had she many a one, Which she perused, sigh'd, tore, and gave the flood; Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud; Found yet moe letters sadly penn'd in blood, With sleided silk feat and affectedly Enswathed, and seal'd to curious secrecy. These often bathed she in her fluxive eyes, And often kiss'd, and often 'gan to tear: Cried 'O false blood, thou register of lies, What unapproved witness dost thou bear! Ink would have seem'd more black and damned here!' This said, in top of rage the lines she rents, Big discontent so breaking their contents. A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh-- Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew Of court, of city, and had let go by The swiftest hours, observed as they flew-- Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew, And, privileged by age, desires to know In brief the grounds and motives of her woe. So slides he down upon his grained bat, And comely-distant sits he by her side; When he again desires her, being sat, Her grievance with his hearing to divide: If that from him there may be aught applied Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage, 'Tis promised in the charity of age. 'Father,' she says, 'though in me you behold The injury of many a blasting hour, Let it not tell your judgment I am old; Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power: I might as yet have been a spreading flower, Fresh to myself, If I had self-applied Love to myself and to no love beside. 'But, woe is me! too early I attended A youthful suit--it was to gain my grace-- Of one by nature's outwards so commended, That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face: Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place; And when in his fair parts she did abide, She was new lodged and newly deified. 'His browny locks did hang in crooked curls; And every light occasion of the wind Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls. What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find: Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind, For on his visage was in little drawn What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn. 'Small show of man was yet upon his chin; His phoenix down began but to appear Like unshorn velvet on that termless skin Whose bare out-bragg'd the web it seem'd to wear: Yet show'd his visage by that cost more dear; And nice affections wavering stood in doubt If best were as it was, or best without. 'His qualities were beauteous as his form, For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free; Yet, if men moved him, was he such a storm As oft 'twixt May and April is to see, When winds breathe sweet, untidy though they be. His rudeness so with his authorized youth Did livery falseness in a pride of truth. 'Well could he ride, and often men would say 'That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!' And controversy hence a question takes, Whether the horse by him became his deed, Or he his manage by the well-doing steed. 'But quickly on this side the verdict went: His real habitude gave life and grace To appertainings and to ornament, Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case: All aids, themselves made fairer by their place, Came for additions; yet their purposed trim Pieced not his grace, but were all graced by him. 'So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kinds of arguments and question deep, All replication prompt, and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep: To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passions in his craft of will: 'That he did in the general bosom reign Of young, of old; and sexes both enchanted, To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain In personal duty, following where he haunted: Consents bewitch'd, ere he desire, have granted; And dialogued for him what he would say, Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey. 'Many there were that did his picture get, To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind; Like fools that in th' imagination set The goodly objects which abroad they find Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign'd; And labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them: 'So many have, that never touch'd his hand, Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart. My woeful self, that did in freedom stand, And was my own fee-simple, not in part, What with his art in youth, and youth in art, Threw my affections in his charmed power, Reserved the stalk and gave him all my flower. 'Yet did I not, as some my equals did, Demand of him, nor being desired yielded; Finding myself in honour so forbid, With safest distance I mine honour shielded: Experience for me many bulwarks builded Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain'd the foil Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil. 'But, ah, who ever shunn'd by precedent The destined ill she must herself assay? Or forced examples, 'gainst her own content, To put the by-past perils in her way? Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay; For when we rage, advice is often seen By blunting us to make our wits more keen. 'Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood, That we must curb it upon others' proof; To be forbod the sweets that seem so good, For fear of harms that preach in our behoof. O appetite, from judgment stand aloof! The one a palate hath that needs will taste, Though Reason weep, and cry, 'It is thy last.' 'For further I could say 'This man's untrue,' And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling; Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew, Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling; Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling; Thought characters and words merely but art, And bastards of his foul adulterate heart. 'And long upon these terms I held my city, Till thus he gan besiege me: 'Gentle maid, Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity, And be not of my holy vows afraid: That's to ye sworn to none was ever said; For feasts of love I have been call'd unto, Till now did ne'er invite, nor never woo. ''All my offences that abroad you see Are errors of the blood, none of the mind; Love made them not: with acture they may be, Where neither party is nor true nor kind: They sought their shame that so their shame did find; And so much less of shame in me remains, By how much of me their reproach contains. ''Among the many that mine eyes have seen, Not one whose flame my heart so much as warm'd, Or my affection put to the smallest teen, Or any of my leisures ever charm'd: Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harm'd; Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free, And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy. ''Look here, what tributes wounded fancies sent me, Of paled pearls and rubies red as blood; Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me Of grief and blushes, aptly understood In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood; Effects of terror and dear modesty, Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly. ''And, lo, behold these talents of their hair, With twisted metal amorously impleach'd, I have received from many a several fair, Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd, With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd, And deep-brain'd sonnets that did amplify Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality. ''The diamond,--why, 'twas beautiful and hard, Whereto his invised properties did tend; The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend; The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend With objects manifold: each several stone, With wit well blazon'd, smiled or made some moan. ''Lo, all these trophies of affections hot, Of pensived and subdued desires the tender, Nature hath charged me that I hoard them not, But yield them up where I myself must render, That is, to you, my origin and ender; For these, of force, must your oblations be, Since I their altar, you enpatron me. ''O, then, advance of yours that phraseless hand, Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise; Take all these similes to your own command, Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did raise; What me your minister, for you obeys, Works under you; and to your audit comes Their distract parcels in combined sums. ''Lo, this device was sent me from a nun, Or sister sanctified, of holiest note; Which late her noble suit in court did shun, Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote; For she was sought by spirits of richest coat, But kept cold distance, and did thence remove, To spend her living in eternal love. ''But, O my sweet, what labour is't to leave The thing we have not, mastering what not strives, Playing the place which did no form receive, Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves? She that her fame so to herself contrives, The scars of battle 'scapeth by the flight, And makes her absence valiant, not her might. ''O, pardon me, in that my boast is true: The accident which brought me to her eye Upon the moment did her force subdue, And now she would the caged cloister fly: Religious love put out Religion's eye: Not to be tempted, would she be immured, And now, to tempt, all liberty procured. ''How mighty then you are, O, hear me tell! The broken bosoms that to me belong Have emptied all their fountains in my well, And mine I pour your ocean all among: I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong, Must for your victory us all congest, As compound love to physic your cold breast. ''My parts had power to charm a sacred nun, Who, disciplined, ay, dieted in grace, Believed her eyes when they to assail begun, All vows and consecrations giving place: O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space, In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine, For thou art all, and all things else are thine. ''When thou impressest, what are precepts worth Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame, How coldly those impediments stand forth Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame! Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst sense, 'gainst shame, And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears, The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears. ''Now all these hearts that do on mine depend, Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine; And supplicant their sighs to you extend, To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine, Lending soft audience to my sweet design, And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath That shall prefer and undertake my troth.' 'This said, his watery eyes he did dismount, Whose sights till then were levell'd on my face; Each cheek a river running from a fount With brinish current downward flow'd apace: O, how the channel to the stream gave grace! Who glazed with crystal gate the glowing roses That flame through water which their hue encloses. 'O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear! But with the inundation of the eyes What rocky heart to water will not wear? What breast so cold that is not warmed here? O cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath, Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath. 'For, lo, his passion, but an art of craft, Even there resolved my reason into tears; There my white stole of chastity I daff'd, Shook off my sober guards and civil fears; Appear to him, as he to me appears, All melting; though our drops this difference bore, His poison'd me, and mine did him restore. 'In him a plenitude of subtle matter, Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives, Of burning blushes, or of weeping water, Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves, In either's aptness, as it best deceives, To blush at speeches rank to weep at woes, Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows. 'That not a heart which in his level came Could 'scape the hail of his all-hurting aim, Showing fair nature is both kind and tame; And, veil'd in them, did win whom he would maim: Against the thing he sought he would exclaim; When he most burn'd in heart-wish'd luxury, He preach'd pure maid, and praised cold chastity. 'Thus merely with the garment of a Grace The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd; That th' unexperient gave the tempter place, Which like a cherubin above them hover'd. Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd? Ay me! I fell; and yet do question make What I should do again for such a sake. 'O, that infected moisture of his eye, O, that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd, O, that forced thunder from his heart did fly, O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow'd, O, all that borrow'd motion seeming owed, Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd, And new pervert a reconciled maid!' 【袋鼠-业余爱国人士】平头:憨厚老实,思想开放 【强国论坛的掏粪工】我来铲冰块:不易结婚:没有温馨感! 【獨孤小珠】咱們砍砍呼吁咋樣?我看他是個冷面殺手呀! ——应该批判新晴!!我可烦他您好两个字了! (寇宗) ————那叫鹽多必死,也挺狡猾呀! (獨孤小珠) 【袋鼠-业余爱国人士】绿茶:不算斑竹,调皮捣蛋 ——不是把,这么说我,我怎么捣蛋拉! (绿茶) ————谁让你不多和大家交流?搞得我们都没词说你 (袋鼠-业余爱国人士) ——————不是把,你自己都不去我那里我怎么和你交流啊!还说我。 (绿茶) ————————那好吧,呆会给你平反。 (袋鼠-业余爱国人士) 【星空无语】哈哈,星空酒酣耳热,大家要蒙我快点! 【獨孤小珠】(一)、呼吁現存第一貼:(俺十八層...挖出來的) 辣妹子笔名现在物归原主 (呼吁: 1999-08-14, 12:54:04)0 B (0/5/1) 请看辣妹子的贺词: (文摘: 1999-08-14, 12:56:01)63 B (0/26/0) 【獨孤小珠】(二)、呼吁難得一見的好貼子:(呼吁的功勞呀!) 最近想请几位专家来谈台海危机问题,欢迎各位点将。 (呼吁: 1999-09-04, 21:20:02)0 B (0/21/22) 李登辉或辜振甫 (sys: 1999-09-04, 21:40:03)0 B (0/2/1) 哦!对了,还有潜龙。 (sys: 1999-09-04, 21:54:31)0 B (0/0/0) 赵紫阳就不要请了,因为他支持西方那套民主,这正好是李登辉之所以提出两国论的基础。 (东邪: 1999-09-04, 21:39:04)0 B (0/1/0) 我就喜欢张召忠 (要强: 1999-09-04, 21:38:34)0 B (0/0/0) 有真知卓见的人! (令湖冲: 1999-09-04, 21:35:47)0 B (0/0/0) 江总书记、迟浩田可否? (捣乱家伙打版主: 1999-09-04, 21:30:05)0 B (0/3/0) 小耗!——可惜不是专家,嘿嘿 (小耗: 1999-09-04, 21:29:11)0 B (0/0/0) 张万年或迟浩田 (sys: 1999-09-04, 21:28:03)0 B (0/4/4) 中国社科院台湾研究所经济研究室王建民 (sys: 1999-09-04, 21:33:02)0 B (0/4/3) 中国军事科学院战略研究部第二研究室主任罗援 (sys: 1999-09-04, 21:37:03)0 B (0/2/2) 还有阎学通和阎钊 (sys: 1999-09-04, 21:44:41)0 B (0/0/0) 李登辉 (sys: 1999-09-04, 21:38:32)0 B (0/0/0) 人不重要。关键是最好有自己的看法和分析。别总是官方那一套。 (海星天: 1999-09-04, 21:27:03)0 B (0/1/3) 把官方和人民对立起来,这把戏!难道和官方意见相同就是没有主见? (小耗: 1999-09-04, 21:30:04)0 B (0/1/2) 别动究上纲上线。官方的大家可以看报,没必要来此费时间。另 (海星天: 1999-09-04, 21:35:02)48 B (0/2/1) 心虚啥?你有什么权利封杀哪种言论?真愧对乐你热爱的“民主”乐! (小耗: 1999-09-04, 21:42:05)0 B (0/1/0) 最好是请一位总参作战部的高参! (网上散步: 1999-09-04, 21:24:00)0 B (0/1/2) 呵呵,恐怕会泄露军事机密吧? (呼吁: 1999-09-04, 21:24:04)0 B (0/1/1) 那就请我吧!呵呵!不好意思。 (网上散步: 1999-09-04, 21:27:41)0 B (0/0/0) 苏格,何新,杨炳章能请来么? (荷杖老人: 1999-09-04, 21:23:01)0 B (0/3/1) 只要他们目前在北京就应该没有问题。 (呼吁: 1999-09-04, 21:25:05)26 B (0/3/0) 【强国论坛的掏粪工】给板猪们一大臭铲子 我来铲斑竹: 星空无语:以前几大筐话不敢说,硬是咽尽肚子里,结果腰围达3尺6,现在有减肥的机会,嘴巴像嘣豆子;现腰围1尺8; 唐突:时髦说是强国论坛厕所墙壁上的一面偷窥镜,过去讲是垂帘听政; 懿月:双面间谍,已被内部秘密处死! 钢铁:将军锁,只管关门,锁门!陪伴他的还有条大狼狗; 小平头:比猪还懒,一年只剃一次头发; 关山度:标准的一杆枪,一扇风就上火; 呼吁:劳模,既不出头,也不偷懒; 畅游:毛毛草草,常出来给大伙讲冤屈; 乐业:靶子,她的阵地上常常遭到狂轰乱炸; 新晴:五星级酒店门口的礼仪小姐“您好,欢迎光临”; 绿茶:喜欢窜门,脱岗; 凝香:残忍的护士,被她扎过点滴的病号---都会鼓几个大包,无一幸免; 红蜘蛛:名副其实,网住了不少飞翔的苍蝇; aiai:头顶上插朵鲜花,招徕一大群马蜂,中毒不浅,现在还在住院部疗养; 巡边员:不瞒您说,在这里只有他不懂足球规则; 冰块:不易结婚:没有温馨感! 【獨孤小珠】(三)、呼吁第一次對网友下毒手: 有些网友的笔名不是很好,比如:“党奴”、“千年的王八”,我们决定删除。 (呼吁: 2000-07-24, 10:55:27)0 B (0/22/11) 拥护!怪不得“千年王八”转眼变成“不知名用户”,确实别扭,埋汰自己! (新禧: 2000-07-24, 11:09:59)0 B (0/3/0) “党奴”的名字不好,最好直接叫奴才! (胡雨: 2000-07-24, 11:04:11)36 B (0/5/0) 论坛以强国自许,如果连个名字都不能容忍,只好关门算了 (连个笔名都删谈何言论自由: 2000-07-24, 11:03:11)0 B (0/5/1) 那我用“海外民运狗奴才”好不好? (实话实说好: 2000-07-24, 11:07:13)0 B (0/3/0) 这就是你们的工作效率?老实说:盖了多少个章? (王京: 2000-07-24, 11:00:42)0 B (0/3/0) 是的,正确。如果什么名字都是可以用的,我会用CAOMINYUNFENZI。 (实话实说好: 2000-07-24, 11:00:03)0 B (0/3/0) 为什么,标准是什么? (中华民族要强大就在今朝: 2000-07-24, 10:58:56)0 B (0/4/0) 您老的名字尺那么好听? (毛熊: 2000-07-24, 10:57:45)0 B (0/4/0) 很好,还有那些骂人的也要涮掉。别手软。但谈何清廉的就别涮了。 (海洋风: 2000-07-24, 10:57:29)0 B (0/3/0) 好. (小丁丁: 2000-07-24, 10:56:55)0 B (0/3/0) 过份了吧? (不知名用户: 2000-07-24, 10:56:21)0 B (0/3/0) (待续)