第二次css作业
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<h2> 《小夜曲》</h2>
<p class="a1"> 柴刀就那样直直的被握着，血滴滴答，滑坠血泊之中。波纹返荡，荡得心跳更慌。板顶的灯梁碎个巴烂，光轻发芒，照着黝黑的单间露出若隐的屋架，又扑在血淋淋的刀镜上，屠手的慈容正映在其中。他不像是个做错了事的少年，温文尔雅，衣冠整洁，一副灰秀风衣，显得衬衫更白，绅士风手套，显得血色更艳。双眼沉稳，再加上礼貌式地颔首淡笑，好似那人死得尽在情理之中。麻绳将我死死捆住，勒紧那哆嗦的手更是动弹不得，胶带挡去撕喊，堵得那撕心裂肺都全然无济，仅能坐以待毙。到底过了多久？刀上的血跟着挪开了······
恐慌随腥味强袭而来。我已知晓大难临头，脚步逼近，近得万念俱灰。闭上眼试着安抚自己别死得太窝囊，试着回想平生美好的回忆，最后让死到临头再进行到下一个环节。可我止不住对死亡的恐惧，呼吸急促，比见到鬼还要绝望，被慌乱冲击下的大脑更是一片空白。“我不想死去，求谁能再赐我一次活下去的机会。”强烈地求生欲望根本摆脱不了任人宰割的命运，我已经感觉到了他离我只有一步之遥，不，半步左右，或许更近。不知为何，我突然很想在临死前看下凶手的模样，微抬头并扇开眼角。
就在这时，最惨绝人寰的事情发生了······
“我让你书写供词，你这他妈的都写些什么玩意？”
“不会啊，我觉得他的文采斐然，渲染的气氛很足啊。”
场景从嫌疑人的文笔中被两名警员的对话硬拽了出来。
四壁明亮，旁无杂物，一桌两椅，两男一女，男警员跨腿半臀坐在桌角，握着供词与凑着他的女警员一起看着。这是一间警局的审问室，世界上最安全的地方。嫌疑人默默地看着他俩，隔着一桌一椅，双眼已卸下警惕，危机已是过去。
“继续看下去，下一页，感觉很刺激。”男员听后扬起前页。
他挥手丢去柴刀，任其在地板中回响，突如其来的响声使我犹如惊弓之鸟般被吓得半死不活，此时的我只求个痛快，。伸出颈来，一个吻，落在我额头上。
没错，他没动手，只是靠过来亲吻了我的额头，就像亲吻着初恋那般温柔。我以为这是屠杀前的仪式，惊惶地祈祷着。而他接下来却撕掉了粘在我嘴上的胶带。</p>
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<h2>《Serenade》</h2>
<p class="a2"> As firewood knife straight was holding, blood tick, fall blood. Ripple back swing, swing heart beat more panic. In the top of the light beam crushed a Pakistan rotten, light hair awn, dark room as hidden and exposed if the roof, on the bloody knife mirror, Tu hand benevolent Zhengying in them. He is not a wrong boy, clean clothes, a pair of refined and cultured, ash show coat, shirt is white, gentleman is more brilliant scarlet gloves. Calm eyes, coupled with the courtesy to nod danxiao, like the dead as in reason. I was tied the rope to tighten, the trembling hand is stuck, tape off the tear shout, blocking the piercing is completely useless, can only sit still. How long did it last? The blood on the knife followed away..
The panic came with the smell of assault. I've known footsteps approaching, near A great calamity is at hand., All thoughts are blasted. Close your eyes and try to appease yourself too timid, try to remember his memories, finally let happen again to the next link. But I can not stop the fear of death, shortness of breath, than to see a ghost but also despair, was shocked by the shock of the brain is a blank. "I do not want to die, who can give me a chance to live." A strong desire to survive has no escape from the mercy of fate, I have a feeling that he is only one step away from me, no, half step, perhaps more recent. I do not know why, I suddenly wanted to look at the murderer before death look like, micro head and open his eyes.
At this time, most of the things Goo extremely brutal
"I want you to write this statement, you fucking write what?"
"No, I think his striking literary grace, rendering the atmosphere is enough."
The scene from the suspect style by two police officers to drag out the dialogue.
The bright side walls, no debris, a table and two chairs, two male and one female, male police officers across the leg hip half sitting in the corner, hold together and gather together his confession of female police officers at. This is a police interrogation room, the safest place in the world. The suspect looked at them silently, separated by a table a chair, eyes have been removed from the alert, the crisis is in the past.
"Continue to look at the next page, feeling very exciting." Listen to the front page.
He waved his hand to throw firewood knife, the floor in response, the sudden noise made me like a badly frightened person like scared half-dead, at this time I just died,. Reaching out to the neck, a kiss on my forehead.
That's right, he didn't do it, he just leaned over and kissed my forehead. I think this is the slaughter before the ceremony, dismayed to pray. He then tore up the stick in my mouth the tape.</p>
</div>
</body>
</html>
<html lang="en">
<head>
<meta charset="UTF-8">
<meta name="keywords" content="html"/>
<meta name="description" content="扫描"/>
<title>三页合一</title>
<style>
h2{
font-style:oblique; color:#0a0;
}
.a{
width:600px;background-image:url(bg.jpg); margin:0 auto; text-align:center;
background-repeat:no-repeat;
background-position: bottom;
}
.a4{
width:900px;margin-right:200px;
position:relative;right:150px;
}
div{
background:#fff;
}
.a1{
font-size:30px;
text-decoration:underline;
color:#00c;
background:rgba(213,214,236,0.4);
text-indent:2em;
line-height:30px;
}
.a2{
color:#a0a;
font-size:20px;
word-spacing:1em;
}
</style>
</head>
<body>
<div class="a">
<div class="a4">
<h2> 《小夜曲》</h2>
<p class="a1"> 柴刀就那样直直的被握着，血滴滴答，滑坠血泊之中。波纹返荡，荡得心跳更慌。板顶的灯梁碎个巴烂，光轻发芒，照着黝黑的单间露出若隐的屋架，又扑在血淋淋的刀镜上，屠手的慈容正映在其中。他不像是个做错了事的少年，温文尔雅，衣冠整洁，一副灰秀风衣，显得衬衫更白，绅士风手套，显得血色更艳。双眼沉稳，再加上礼貌式地颔首淡笑，好似那人死得尽在情理之中。麻绳将我死死捆住，勒紧那哆嗦的手更是动弹不得，胶带挡去撕喊，堵得那撕心裂肺都全然无济，仅能坐以待毙。到底过了多久？刀上的血跟着挪开了······
恐慌随腥味强袭而来。我已知晓大难临头，脚步逼近，近得万念俱灰。闭上眼试着安抚自己别死得太窝囊，试着回想平生美好的回忆，最后让死到临头再进行到下一个环节。可我止不住对死亡的恐惧，呼吸急促，比见到鬼还要绝望，被慌乱冲击下的大脑更是一片空白。“我不想死去，求谁能再赐我一次活下去的机会。”强烈地求生欲望根本摆脱不了任人宰割的命运，我已经感觉到了他离我只有一步之遥，不，半步左右，或许更近。不知为何，我突然很想在临死前看下凶手的模样，微抬头并扇开眼角。
就在这时，最惨绝人寰的事情发生了······
“我让你书写供词，你这他妈的都写些什么玩意？”
“不会啊，我觉得他的文采斐然，渲染的气氛很足啊。”
场景从嫌疑人的文笔中被两名警员的对话硬拽了出来。
四壁明亮，旁无杂物，一桌两椅，两男一女，男警员跨腿半臀坐在桌角，握着供词与凑着他的女警员一起看着。这是一间警局的审问室，世界上最安全的地方。嫌疑人默默地看着他俩，隔着一桌一椅，双眼已卸下警惕，危机已是过去。
“继续看下去，下一页，感觉很刺激。”男员听后扬起前页。
他挥手丢去柴刀，任其在地板中回响，突如其来的响声使我犹如惊弓之鸟般被吓得半死不活，此时的我只求个痛快，。伸出颈来，一个吻，落在我额头上。
没错，他没动手，只是靠过来亲吻了我的额头，就像亲吻着初恋那般温柔。我以为这是屠杀前的仪式，惊惶地祈祷着。而他接下来却撕掉了粘在我嘴上的胶带。</p>
</div>
<h2>《Serenade》</h2>
<p class="a2"> As firewood knife straight was holding, blood tick, fall blood. Ripple back swing, swing heart beat more panic. In the top of the light beam crushed a Pakistan rotten, light hair awn, dark room as hidden and exposed if the roof, on the bloody knife mirror, Tu hand benevolent Zhengying in them. He is not a wrong boy, clean clothes, a pair of refined and cultured, ash show coat, shirt is white, gentleman is more brilliant scarlet gloves. Calm eyes, coupled with the courtesy to nod danxiao, like the dead as in reason. I was tied the rope to tighten, the trembling hand is stuck, tape off the tear shout, blocking the piercing is completely useless, can only sit still. How long did it last? The blood on the knife followed away..
The panic came with the smell of assault. I've known footsteps approaching, near A great calamity is at hand., All thoughts are blasted. Close your eyes and try to appease yourself too timid, try to remember his memories, finally let happen again to the next link. But I can not stop the fear of death, shortness of breath, than to see a ghost but also despair, was shocked by the shock of the brain is a blank. "I do not want to die, who can give me a chance to live." A strong desire to survive has no escape from the mercy of fate, I have a feeling that he is only one step away from me, no, half step, perhaps more recent. I do not know why, I suddenly wanted to look at the murderer before death look like, micro head and open his eyes.
At this time, most of the things Goo extremely brutal
"I want you to write this statement, you fucking write what?"
"No, I think his striking literary grace, rendering the atmosphere is enough."
The scene from the suspect style by two police officers to drag out the dialogue.
The bright side walls, no debris, a table and two chairs, two male and one female, male police officers across the leg hip half sitting in the corner, hold together and gather together his confession of female police officers at. This is a police interrogation room, the safest place in the world. The suspect looked at them silently, separated by a table a chair, eyes have been removed from the alert, the crisis is in the past.
"Continue to look at the next page, feeling very exciting." Listen to the front page.
He waved his hand to throw firewood knife, the floor in response, the sudden noise made me like a badly frightened person like scared half-dead, at this time I just died,. Reaching out to the neck, a kiss on my forehead.
That's right, he didn't do it, he just leaned over and kissed my forehead. I think this is the slaughter before the ceremony, dismayed to pray. He then tore up the stick in my mouth the tape.</p>
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