It is a state of mind very fine man. Three years ago, when I just work out soon, he was the first to come into the network life and keep contact friends for years. Whenever I what problems in your life and work, as long as you don't travel on business, he will take the initiative to invite me to relax.
For friends, I prefer a gentleman, meet by chance.so-called beauty, are just some people lonely looking for a variety of excuses, I don't like it, so desperately.
Mr Is also very good. I like to call him respect, Sir. More than two years ago because my body is bad, he made a special trip to hometown to see me, bringing some medicine for me, then I went to several cities, but never lose touch. Occasionally he see any good articles, or in a bad mood, will sent the message, I think he knew I had a habit of stealth, after watching the news, sometimes I reply a word or two, sometimes silence, and then turn off the session window.
Not indifference, some understand, even in the mind is also not understand, what this word more. From north to south, I've seen too many men and women in the city, but I don't like, because of turbidity. Often calmly strode through the crowded streets, my eyes, only to see trees flowers and plants, only look at the blue sky cloud, only because I saw a river or a bird, and say hello with a smile.
Like all extremely brief, in no one else can view, I a person amuse ourselves, and to have on the objects. Wind fences life, does not have to pastoral seclusion, a person's heart if enough clear clean, whether in the bustling city, or silent closed rural village, you can find his own soul of habitat.
If you can, I would rather have been along the way, in front of the green grass growing, as a flower, a tree grass grow up they like. Dear, no matter you come and don't come, don't hinder me slowly old.
From deep inside a wind fences, if my heart is clear, the turbidity gas any one with me.
Meet with people, there is always a drawing in the inside, not unprovoked meet, meet, nor pain, for no reason or separation. Cherish all met beautiful, cherish each other together all the time, because we
don't know when, in life's departure at the next crossing.
I lower the head, in the words to walk, to a, have already can't see clearly the road ahead, I silly looked at, the rouge color words, dragged his tired, in my paper, out of countless tears, dyed red, and
all my green dream. I can't find a reason, let oneself happy, also can not find a reason, let oneself no longer hesitate. You are gone, disappeared in many years ago, the misty rain misty alley, the alley,
records, we have the most beautiful romantic love, the qing shiban, each engraved with the footprints of love, do you know? The alley, has left behind the taste of love? Today, I California Fitnesswas left alone to hide
crying in the wind.
How many day and night, my pillow you name to sleep, who had heart, said to me, I'm his bedside life yearning. Now, many years after you are gone, when I again remind of that sentence, and your charming
face, can't help eyes filled with tears night sky, the moon is lonely looked at me, I want to tell the moon, I really can't control the miss to you. At the moment, your words, and through
the dark clouds, crosses in my ear and heart. Who said that I was his the gentleness of the bottom of my heart, is his life's waiting for you, very want to ask you, your pillow, whether it is with my name?
Tonight, will there be a silver, wen wan's dream, through your dream sea, leave a shadow the thoughts of simple but elegant. Those falling, lotus petals, will, with you dream of colorful, give you fragrant.
Tonight, if you saw the meteor sliding window, don't doubt, that meteor body, have already filled my mountain water far miss long, that 'st flow out my rough look, so intense, so can't stop.
Interface, I want to have a pair of wings, that magic in the poems and the soul, the fingertips on the white paper, give vent to the fragrance of poetry. I want to have a pair of wings, that magic with my
poems, like an eagle, flying in the sky. Vast sky, the hiding my numerous ideal, countless yearn for the given days, my soul, in the poem, and fly. I want to have a pair of wings, that magic to me, with my
poetry, to you, let us no longer, let our love, forever in the poem.
Last night, dream, in my hometown image clarity and strange. I stood alone on the road, like a stray lamb, cannot find the direction of the home. Wake up, tears wet the pillow.Home, the sweet of a sad words, has gradually been forgotten in my mind, leave to follow their parents into the city school at the age of twelve, for home all memory only before the age of twelve. Time in a hurry, a swing, left his hometown for twenty years. More than 20 years of distance, space, time, as if become so far away. For me, the concept of home gradually blurred, is likely to be from then on, the hometown of the cicadas, wow sound of home, home of the moon, the stars seem to disappear from my life, everything homeland is rooted in my memory.
Flash, for more than twenty years. Twenty years, I have to go home for a few days, as always in a hurry, too late to bypass back to hometown to visit my mother, and I don't know whether the mother resentment (when her mother died, I'm still a minor, local customs, the daughter of a maiden can't offer, I haven't been to, now think about the kind of stupid). Mother's voice, leaning against the door, anxiously waiting for me, as if still not come back again, yesterday, there are so long time, to be able to back to hometown to see and feel the love of his hometown, touching the hometown of land, to the mother's tombs on the new earth, in retrospect whether home stays with the smell of my happy childhood.
Childhood friends, already can't remember, only happy time remaining in the memory. The dahlia, who has the same birthday with me it is two years older than me, and sixth uncle four elder sister the same age of my childhood is the best partner, I don't know whether they like me, also in a small town, far from home to a happy life. Today, standing in the city, far from home hundreds of miles away the window of a warm, I try to recall the dream home.
The days out of the window, a grey. Probably it's going to snow. I'm looking forward to to snow, the next are connected to the home of the snow. Members of the elves, let this winter I overflow from homesickness
Science can be cute as hell when it wants to be – take the JEM Internal Ball Camera (“Int-Ball” for short). The device, created by the Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency (JAXA), was delivered to the International Space Station on June 4, 2017, and now JAXA is releasing its first video and images dermes.
The purpose of Int-Ball is to give scientists on the ground the ability to remotely capture images and video, via a robot that can move autonomously around in space and capture both moving and still imagery. The 3D-printed drone offer real-time monitoring for “flight controllers and researchers on the ground,” according to JAXA, and the media it gathers can also be fed back to ISS crew.
Int-Ball’s unique design is obviously made possible by the zero-G environment in which it operates. It’s aiming to be able to move around “anywhere at any time via autonomous flight and record images from any angle,” says Japan’s space agency, and will hope to help onboard ISS crew by reducing the time they spend taking photography and capturing video themselves to zero. That currently accounts for around 10 percent of ISS crew time, JAXA says dermes .
Int-Ball contains actuators, rotational and acceleration sensors and electromagnetic brakes to help it orient in space, and JAXA is exploring the tech for other applications including satellites. The mission on the ISS, following its initial verification, which is underway now, includes improving its performance and seeking ways to help it better operate – with experiments both inside and outside space-borne vehicles.
No word on its friendship capabilities but I have to imagine they’re very high Enterprise VPN.