The dynamic clock icon on IOS7 is a rare dynamic icon in the IOS interface. Its design is indeed unique, but after careful observation, it is not difficult to find that the elements on this clock are indeed extremely simple.
On PPT, it is often necessary to use some eye-catching dynamic effects to enhance the taste of the entire PPT. The dynamic clock is a special element.
When watching some PPT tutorials, I found that many designs are more classic, so I tried to imitate them. What I imitated tonight is an arc-shaped circular color circle. Since the process is a bit cumbersome, I made a simple tutorial.
The continuous, melancholic rain has unknowingly drifted into the late spring and early summer. The recent thunderous rainstorms have washed over this gray little town, cleansing my weariness and dispelling the inexplicable sadness that often visited in April. Is it that people always feel happier when they are close to happiness, but become anxious when they are in the midst of it?
In April, I went back home, spending two days in Changsha and a day and a half in Shuangfeng. Most of the time was actually spent on transportation. I met up with my dear Miss D, whom I hadn’t seen for over three months, and then summoned my long-lost younger sister XH from another corner of Changsha city. Finally, the three of us had a happy, simple meal together. Speaking of which, the clever and capable younger sister has already started her own business after resigning from her job in Shenzhen. The energy within her small body is truly admirable. Except for the occasional glimpse of a wealthy girl’s demeanor in her coquettish voice, she is usually simple, modest, and generous. She is the kind of little heroine who doesn’t hesitate to “rescue” in critical moments. Miss D is a unique character; it would take three days and nights to talk about her. In short, we all like her.
When the news about Mr. Wen broke, domestic entertainment media, with a mix of schadenfreude and a desire to kick someone while they’re down, dug deep and shamelessly revealed an overwhelming amount of details, leaving many horrified. Meanwhile, international media seized the opportunity to observe our vast society amidst the spectacle. Condemnation and criticism flooded the scene, and for a moment, Mr. Wen seemed like a rat scurrying across the street, a criminal who had betrayed everyone’s trust. Many even exclaimed, “I don’t believe in love anymore!”
After the redesign, the Southern Weekly website discontinued its RSS subscription service, causing significant inconvenience for many netizens who rely on RSS readers for their daily reading.
The RSS feeds for Southern Weekly that can be found online (such as those from XianGuo, NewsBlur, Feedburner, etc.) are essentially from the pre-redesign era and only output old articles from before the redesign.
Preface: This is an old movie released at the turn of the century.
I can’t remember exactly on which afternoon I first encountered it. I am someone whose emotions often bow to reason, so I won’t delve into the awareness of rights among foreign citizens, nor the distinctions between so-called “normal” people and those with intellectual disabilities. The musical feast provided by the singing stars in the movie is also beyond my scope of reflection. I watched it as a film documenting paternal love, and during both viewings, I was repeatedly moved to tears as I recalled the beautiful memories of my father when he was healthy in his earlier years.
This is a simple land expropriation dispute case. Among the six sisters who filed the complaint, five married into other villages, while the eldest sister remained married within the village. After their parents passed away and the house collapsed, the land where their parents’ old house stood was expropriated by the government. Several bamboo trees on the land were included in the government’s compensation for young crops. Without informing the other sisters, the eldest sister and her husband confirmed the quantity and value of the young crops, signed the documents, and received the compensation. The eldest sister and her husband, aware of their mistake, are willing to return the full amount of the compensation to be distributed among the other sisters. However, the other sisters demand the return of the land and the young crops, and seek compensation from the government.
In order to practice handwriting, I bought several copybooks, but they didn’t feel quite right. So, following some ideas from the internet, I created my own A4 paper copybook template. It includes 4000 simplified and traditional Chinese characters from the “Chinese Character Classic,” designed with an automatic template that allows for any Chinese characters to be filled in and printed as a copybook. On websites like zhaozi.cn, it’s easy to download various famous hard pen fonts. After installing the fonts, you can select all the text in Excel and set the font, or you can practice using the system’s default fonts like STXingkai.
Setting up SSH on Godaddy is quite straightforward—just fill in your phone number, and you’ll immediately receive an automated call with a verification code (in English). However, after spending half a day trying to configure autoproxy, even though myentunnel connected successfully, it couldn’t proxy. It turns out that Godaddy does not support forwarding.
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Camera 360 has a great approach. While other apps are struggling in the mire of haze reduction and noise cancellation, it takes a different path by directly replacing the background.