香港觀星為什麼那麼困難呢?

香港觀星為什麼那麼困難呢?

隨著城市化建設的不斷發展,住房條件得到了很大的改善,現在夏天到處都能看到高樓,所以一抬頭就能看到高樓,屋頂,沒有天空。所以晚上不看幾顆星星是正常的。隨著經濟的發展,城市中的照明工具越來越多。 夜晚,霓虹燈和照明路燈閃閃發光,夜晚就像白天。當你晚上在香港 觀星時,你只能看到幾顆星星。此外,30年前,我們的經濟與現在大不相同,環境污染不像現在那麼嚴重。污染的大氣阻擋了星星、光和看到它們的機會。

 

據報導,污染使20%的人無法用肉眼在香港觀星,科學家認為世界上70%的人現在生活在光污染中。但如果你去遠離郊區的山上,我相信你還能看到星星。光污染很嚴重。光污染在許多城市普遍存在,數據表明,夜間照明的盛行使得過多的光照亮了夜空,城市光污染使得80%的歐美國家失去了真正的夜晚。

 

研究發現,香港的城市夜空比國際標準夜間明亮100到1000倍,香港 觀星困難,這使香港成為世界上污染最嚴重的地方之一、不僅香港,還有其他二線城市,夜空的灰色,詭異的光線是正常的,就連月光也顯得暗淡。城市有太多的高層建築。太多的建築物造成遮擋,影響人們對星星的看法,而污染使夜空看起來暗淡,難以觀察。

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高血壓、糖尿病,常吃它們就對了!

高血壓、糖尿病,常吃它們就對了!

 

有4個菜大家都吃得起,常常吃能擁有健康的好生活。而且高血壓和糖尿病都非常害怕它,究竟是什麼呢?想知道的話一起往下看吧!

血壓過高是很多糖尿病病人存在的問題,通過減壓食物來調養不是那麼容易的,很多的減壓食物對抑制這方面的問題有幫助。

今天,塔哥就跟大家說說看,在蔬菜中,有哪4中是對降血壓有效的,而且經常吃還能控制血糖大家可以參考一下。

一、冬瓜。冬瓜性微寒,味甘、淡,有清熱利水、生津止渴、潤肺化痰、解暑的作用。而且冬瓜還有抗衰老的作用,多吃可使皮膚潤澤光滑,保持形體健美。南朝醫學家陶景弘說冬瓜解毒、消渴、止煩悶,生搗絞汁服之,所提到的消渴即為糖尿病。對20例妊娠高血壓疾病患者,用鮮冬瓜皮水煎代茶飲用進行治療,獲得滿意的效果。冬瓜瓤汁、冬瓜子煎汁內服能夠預防跟治療糖尿病,有些人經常會口渴,常吃也是效果很好的。

二、飲食宜忌:對於怎麼吃冬瓜,民間有各式各樣的吃法,常用於燒、扒、熬湯等,無論清煮還是紅燒,都可以做成非常好吃的家常菜。夏天非常炎熱,容易讓人心煩氣躁,當人悶熱不舒服的時候,這時候吃最好。因為冬瓜是寒涼的食物,所以脾胃虛寒、便溏者不應該經常吃;女孩子來月經的時候,還有就是月經期間有寒性的痛經的人話,不應該生吃白瓜。冬瓜皮所含營養更豐富,不但具有保健價值,而且具有藥用價值,所以冬瓜最好帶皮燉著吃。每天50克左右冬瓜為宜。

二、胡蘿蔔。胡蘿蔔裡面有降血糖的物質,是糖尿病病人非常好的食物,裡面有些成分,如檞皮素、山柰酚對冠狀動脈血流量的增加有作用,還能降低血脂,也能對腎上腺素的合成有促進的作用,不僅如此,它還能降壓、也能強心,是高血壓、冠心病的病人最好的減壓食物。胡蘿蔔含有大量胡蘿蔔素,裡面的分子結構就等於2個分子的維生素A,在它們進入身體後,因為經過酶的原因,能補肝明目,可以治療晚上看不見的問題。因為胡蘿蔔有植物纖維,而且它非常吸水,所以在腸道裡面它會變大,是腸道裡面的充盈物質,對腸道的蠕動有非常大的好處,,從而利膈寬腸,通便防癌。胡蘿蔔素轉變成維生素A後,對身體的免疫功能有增強的作用,能夠預防上皮細胞癌變,在這過程中,它都發揮了很大的作用。

飲食宜忌:胡蘿蔔的家常吃法很多,多以炒、燉、配菜為主。但是如果生吃胡蘿蔔的話,只能得到10%的胡蘿蔔素,因為只有溶解在油脂中的胡蘿蔔素才能被身體吸收。將胡蘿蔔切片用油炒,胡蘿蔔保存率為79%;切片油炸,胡蘿蔔素保存率為81%;切塊與肉一起燉,胡蘿蔔素保存率為95%。

平時在吃胡蘿蔔的時候,不要加太多的醋,不然會破壞它的胡蘿蔔素。也不能吃太多的胡蘿蔔,不然皮膚就會變成橙黃色了。喝酒的時候也不要跟胡蘿蔔同吃,因為在肝臟中酒精跟胡蘿蔔會產生毒素,危害身體。不僅如此,女性吃太多的胡蘿蔔會讓卵巢的黃體素分泌減少,因為月經失調的問題,嚴重的話還會不排卵,然後影響生育方面的問題。而且胡蘿蔔跟白蘿蔔最好不要同吃。對於糖尿病病人來說,一天吃的量大概是60克最好。

三、芹菜。芹菜富含膳食纖維,對糖在消化道的吸收有阻礙的作用,從而能降血糖。它還可以讓糞便在腸道裏停留時間減短,這樣就能預防結腸癌,因為加快了糞便停留的時間,就能減少致癌的東西跟結腸粘膜接觸。在芹菜子裏分離出來的鹼性成分不僅能穩定人的情緒和消除人的煩惱,對動物也有鎮靜的作用。

飲食宜忌:平時日常生活中,大多數人吃芹菜都是熱炒、涼拌,或者做餡包成包子。芹菜不應該跟魷魚一起吃,裡面有兩種物質結合的話會產生致癌物質。芹菜是一種性功能食品,能促進人的性興奮,西方稱之為夫妻菜,以前古希臘的僧侶是不能吃的。泰國的一項研究發現,常吃芹菜對避孕有幫助,因為會減少精子的數量。因此,準備要寶寶的人要注意了,平時應該少吃一點芹菜。芹菜是減壓食物,血壓偏低的人要少吃或者盡量不吃。每天約吃50克左右為宜。

四、西蘭花。西蘭花常被稱為綠菜花。它含有豐富的維生素C,能增強肝臟的解毒能力,提高機體免疫力。西蘭對高血壓、心臟病有調節和預防的作用,是因為它含有一定量的類黃酮物質。西蘭花中含有硫代葡萄糖苷,是一類有抗癌功效的物質,可以預防多種癌症。西蘭花中含有鉻,鉻能幫助糖人提高胰島素的敏感性,起到控制病情的作用。

飲食宜忌:西蘭花味道非常鮮美。平時在西餐的配菜中經常出現,還有人也用它做沙拉。現在,它也出現在中餐的餐桌上了,涼拌或者是炒都非常好吃。它在煮了之後顏色更加鮮艷了,但是平時應該注意不要燙太長時間,不然就不脆了,就沒那麼好吃了。就算是炒也不能太長時間,不然會喪失和破壞防癌、抗癌的營養成分。對於糖友們來說,每天約吃70克為宜。

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單眼皮眼妝怎麼畫完美?

 

單眼皮之所以使眼睛顯得小,主要是因為眼睛周圍的皮膚沒有皺紋,顯得單調。在這裏你可以用淺色調眼影來突出眉毛下方眼睛之間的低窪。畫眼線的五種簡單方法。

 

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to shower benefits on a man who

Listen, Razumihin,” Raskolnikov began quietly, apparently calm– “can’t you see that I don’t want your benevolence? A strange desire you have  . . . curses them, who feels them a burden in fact! Why did you seek me out at the beginning of my illness? Maybe I was very glad to die. Didn’t I tell you plainly enough to-day that you were torturing me, that I was . . . sick of you! You seem to want to torture people! I assure you that all that is seriously hindering my recovery, because it’s continually irritating me. You saw Zossimov went away just now to avoid irritating me. You leave me alone too, for goodness’ sake! What right have you, indeed, to keep me by force? Don’t you see that I am in possession of all my faculties now? How, how can I persuade you not to persecute me with your kindness? I may be ungrateful, I may be mean, only let me be, for God’s sake, let me be! Let me be, let me be!”

He began calmly, gloating beforehand over the venomous phrases he was about to utter, but finished, panting for breath, in a frenzy, as he had been with Luzhin.

Razumihin stood a moment, thought and let his hand drop.

“Well, go to hell then,” he said gently and thoughtfully. “Stay,” he roared, as Raskolnikov was about to move. “Listen to me. Let me tell you, that you are all a set of babbling, posing idiots! If you’ve any little trouble you brood over it like a hen over an egg. And you are plagiarists even in that! There isn’t a sign of independent life in you! You are made of spermaceti ointment and you’ve lymph in your veins instead of blood. I don’t believe in anyone of you! In any circumstances the first thing for all of you is to be unlike a human being! Stop!” he cried with redoubled fury, noticing that Raskolnikov was again making a movement–“hear me out! You know I’m having a house-warming this evening, I dare say they’ve arrived by now, but I left my uncle there–I just ran in–to receive the guests. And if you weren’t a fool, a common fool, a perfect fool, if you were an original instead of a translation . . . you see, Rodya, I recognise you’re a clever fellow, but you’re a fool!–and if you weren’t a fool you’d come round to me this evening instead of wearing out your boots in the street! Since you have gone out, there’s no help for it! I’d give you a snug easy chair, my landlady has one . . . a cup of tea, company. . . . Or you could lie on the sofa–any way you would be with us. . . . Zossimov will be there too. Will you come?”

“No.”

“R-rubbish!” Razumihin shouted, out of patience. “How do you know? You can’t answer for yourself! You don’t know anything about it. . . . Thousands of times I’ve fought tooth and nail with people and run back to them afterwards. . . . One feels ashamed and goes back to a man! So remember, Potchinkov’s house on the third storey. . . .”

“Why, Mr. Razumihin, I do believe you’d let anybody beat you from sheer benevolence.”

“Beat? Whom? Me? I’d twist his nose off at the mere idea! Potchinkov’s house, 47, Babushkin’s flat. . . .”

“I shall not come, Razumihin.” Raskolnikov turned and walked away.

“I bet you will,” Razumihin shouted after him. “I refuse to know you if you don’t! Stay, hey, is Zametov in there?”

We didn’t say a word for a good while

There warn’t anything to say. We both knowed well enough it was some more work of the rattlesnake-skin; so what was the use to talk about it? It would only look like we was finding fault, and that would be bound to fetch more bad luck — and keep on fetching it, too nu skin hk, till we knowed enough to keep still.

By and by we talked about what we better do, and found there warn’t no way but just to go along down with the raft till we got a chance to buy a canoe to go back in. We warn’t going to borrow it when there warn’t anybody around, the way pap would do, for that might set people after us.

So we shoved out after dark on the raft.

Anybody that don’t believe yet that it’s foolishness to handle a snake-skin, after all that that snake-skin done for us, will believe it now if they read on and see what more it done for us.

The place to buy canoes is off of rafts laying up at shore. But we didn’t see no rafts laying up; so we went along during three hours and more. Well, the night got gray and ruther thick, which is the next meanest thing to fog. You can’t tell the shape of the river, and you can’t see no distance. It got to be very late and still, and then along comes a steamboat up the river. We lit the lantern, and judged she would see it. Up-stream boats didn’t generly come close to us; they go out and follow the bars and hunt for easy water under the reefs; but nights like this they bull right up the channel against the whole river.

We could hear her pounding along nu skin, but we didn’t see her good till she was close. She aimed right for us. Often they do that and try to see how close they can come without touching; sometimes the wheel bites off a sweep, and then the pilot sticks his head out and laughs, and thinks he’s mighty smart. Well, here she comes, and we said she was going to try and shave us; but she didn’t seem to be sheering off a bit. She was a big one, and she was coming in a hurry, too, looking like a black cloud with rows of glow-worms around it; but all of a sudden she bulged out, big and scary, with a long row of wide-open furnace doors shining like red-hot teeth, and her monstrous bows and guards hanging right over us. There was a yell at us, and a jingling of bells to stop the engines, a powwow of cussing, and whistling of steam — and as Jim went overboard on one side and I on the other, she come smashing straight through the raft.

I dived — and I aimed to find the bottom, too , for a thirty-foot wheel had got to go over me, and I wanted it to have plenty of room. I could always stay under water a minute; this time I reckon I stayed under a minute and a half. Then I bounced for the top in a hurry, for I was nearly busting. I popped out to my armpits and blowed the water out of my nose, and puffed a bit. Of course there was a booming current; and of course that boat started her engines again ten seconds after she stopped them, for they never cared much for raftsmen; so now she was churning along up the river, out of sight in the thick weather, though I could hear her.

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did you not say so just now

The abbe smiled. “Well,” said he nu skin hk, “but you had another subject for your thoughts?”

“I did!”

“You have told me as yet but one of them-let me hear the other.”

“It was this,-that while you had related to me all the particulars of your past life, you were perfectly unacquainted with mine.”

“Your life, my young friend, has not been of sufficient length to admit of your having passed through any very important events.”

“It has been long enough to inflict on me a great and undeserved misfortune. I would fain fix the source of it on man that I may no longer vent reproaches upon heaven.”

“Then you profess ignorance of the crime with which you are charged?”

“I do, indeed; and this I swear by the two beings most dear to me upon earth,-my father and Mercedes.”

“Come,” said the abbe, closing his hiding-place, and pushing the bed back to its original situation, “let me hear your story.”

Dantes obeyed, and commenced what he called his history, but which consisted only of the account of a voyage to India, and two or three voyages to the Levant until he arrived at the recital of his last cruise, with the death of Captain Leclere, and the receipt of a packet to be delivered by himself to the grand marshal; his interview with that personage, and his receiving, in place of the packet brought, a letter addressed to a Monsieur Noirtier-his arrival at Marseilles, and interview with his father-his affection for Mercedes, and their nuptual feast-his arrest and subsequent examination, his temporary detention at the palais de Justice, and his final imprisonment in the Chateau d’If. From this point everything was a blank to Dantes-he knew nothing more, not even the length of time he had been imprisoned. His recital finished, the abbe reflected long and earnestly.

“There is,” said he, at the end of his meditations, “a clever maxim, which bears upon what I was saying to you some little while ago, and that is, that unless wicked ideas take root in a naturally depraved mind, human nature, in a right and wholesome state, revolts at crime. Still, from an artificial civilization have originated wants, vices, and false tastes, which occasionally become so powerful as to stifle within us all good feelings, and ultimately to lead us into guilt and wickedness. From this view of things, then, comes the axiom that if you visit to discover the author of any bad action, seek first to discover the person to whom the perpetration of that bad action could be in any way advantageous. Now, to apply it in your case,-to whom could your disappearance have been serviceable?”

“To no one, by heaven! I was a very insignificant person ohmykids.”

“Do not speak thus, for your reply evinces neither logic nor philosophy; everything is relative, my dear young friend, from the king who stands in the way of his successor, to the employee who keeps his rival out of a place. Now, in the event of the king’s death, his successor inherits a crown, -when the employee dies, the supernumerary steps into his shoes, and receives his salary of twelve thousand livres. Well, these twelve thousand livres are his civil list, and are as essential to him as the twelve millions of a king. Every one, from the highest to the lowest degree, has his place on the social ladder, and is beset by stormy passions and conflicting interests, as in Descartes’ theory of pressure and impulsion. But these forces increase as we go higher, so that we have a spiral which in defiance of reason rests upon the apex and not on the base. Now let us return to your particular world. You say you were on the point of being made captain of the pharaon ?”

The eyes of the gray man brightened

“Now he sure did. I never seen anything like it. He stood out front an’ he dropped his hat an’ stepped on it. Here, I got his hat here.” He brought the dusty broken hat from under the counter .

Tom took it from him. “That’s him, all right.”

“Well, sir, he got couple pints of whisky an’ he didn’ say a thing. He pulled the cork an’ tipped up the bottle. I ain’t got a license to drink here. I says, ‘Look, you can’t drink here. You got to go outside.’ Well, sir! He jes’ stepped outside the door, an’ I bet he didn’t tilt up that pint more’n four times till it was empty. He throwed it away an’ he leaned in the door. Eyes kinda dull. He says, ‘Thank you, sir,’ an’ he went on. I never seen no drinkin’ like that in my life.”

“Went on? Which way? I got to get him.”

“Well, it so happens I can tell you. I never seen such drinkin’, so I looked out after him. He went north; an’ then a car come along an’ lighted him up, an’ he went down the bank. Legs was beginnin’ to buckle a little. He got the other pint open awready. He won’t be far–not the way he was goin’.”

Tom said, “Thank ya. I got to find him.”

“You want ta take his hat?”

“Yeah! Yeah! He’ll need it. Well , thank ya.”

“What’s the matter with him?” the gray man asked. “He wasn’ takin’ pleasure in his drink.”

“Oh, he’s kinda–moody. Well, good night. An’ if you see that squirt Connie, tell ‘im we’ve went south.”

“I got so many people to look out for an’ tell stuff to, I can’t ever remember ’em all.”

“Don’t put yourself out too much,” Tom said. He went out the screen door carrying Uncle John’s dusty black hat. He crossed the concrete road and walked along the edge of it. Below him in the sunken field, the Hooverville lay; and the little fires flickered and the lanterns shone through the tents. Somewhere in the camp a guitar sounded, slow chords, struck without any sequence, practice chords. Tom stopped and listened, and then he moved slowly along the side of the road, and every few steps he stopped to listen again. He had gone a quarter of a mile before he heard what he listened for. Down below the embankment the sound of a thick, tuneless voice, singing drably. Tom cocked his head, the better to hear.

And the dull voice sang,

“I’ve give my heart to Jesus, so Jesus take me home.

I’ve give my soul to Jesus, so Jesus is my home.”

The song trailed off to a murmur, and then stopped. Tom hurried down from the embankment, toward the song. After a while he stopped and listened again. And the voice was close this time, the same slow, tuneless singing,

“Oh, the night that Maggie died, she called me to her side, an’ give to me them ol’ red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

They was baggy at the knees –“

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In the meantime, the archdeacon of the miraculous manner in which the gypsy had been saved.When he learned it, he knew not what his sensations were.He had reconciled himself to la Esmeralda’s death. In that matter he was tranquil; he had reached the bottom of personal suffering.The human heart (Dora Claude had meditated upon these matters) can contain only a certain quantity of despair.When the sponge is saturated, the sea may pass over it without causing a single drop more to enter it .

Now, with la Esmeralda dead, the sponge was soaked, all was at an end on this earth for Dom Claude.But to feel that she was alive, and phoebus also, meant that tortures, shocks, alternatives, life, were beginning again.And Claude was weary of all this.

When he heard this news, he shut himself in his cell in the cloister.He appeared neither at the meetings of the chapter nor at the services.He closed his door against all, even against the bishop.He remained thus immured for several weeks.He was believed to be ill.And so he was, in fact.

What did he do while thus shut up?With what thoughts was the unfortunate man contending?Was he giving final battle to his formidable passion?Was he concocting a final plan of death for her and of perdition for himself The Best Beauty Center?

His Jehan, his cherished brother, his spoiled child, came once to his door, knocked, swore, entreated, gave his name half a score of times.Claude did not open.

He passed whole days with his face close to the panes of his window.From that window, situated in the cloister, he could see la Esmeralda’s chamber.He often saw herself with her goat, sometimes with Quasimodo.He remarked the little attentions of the ugly deaf man, his obedience, his delicate and submissive ways with the gypsy.He recalled, for he had a good memory, and memory is the tormentor of the jealous, he recalled the singular look of the bellringer, bent on the dancer upon a certain evening.He asked himself what motive could have impelled Quasimodo to save her. He was the witness of a thousand little scenes between the gypsy and the deaf man, the pantomime of which, viewed from afar and commented on by his passion, appeared very tender to him.He distrusted the capriciousness of women. Then he felt a jealousy which be could never have believed possible awakening within him, a jealousy which made him redden with shame and indignation: “One might condone the captain, but this one!” This thought upset him The Best Beauty Centre.

It was in the evening

He had just retired, after the office, to his canon’s cell in the cloister of Notre-Dame.This cell, with the exception, possibly, of some glass phials, relegated to a corner, and filled with a decidedly equivocal powder, which strongly resembled the alchemist’s “powder of projection,” presented nothing strange or mysterious.There were, indeed, here and there, some inscriptions on the walls, but they were pure sentences of learning and piety, extracted from good authors.The archdeacon had just seated himself, by the light of a three-jetted copper lamp, before a vast coffer crammed with manuscripts.He had rested his elbow upon the open volume of _Honorius d’Autun_, ~De predestinatione et libero arbitrio~, and he was turning over, in deep meditation, the leaves of a printed folio which he had just brought, the sole product of the press which his cell contained.In the midst of his revery there came a knock at his door.”Who’s there?” cried the learned man, in the gracious tone of a famished dog, disturbed over his bone bioderma matricium.

A voice without replied, “Your friend, Jacques Coictier.” He went to open the door.

It was, in fact, the king’s physician; a person about fifty years of age, whose harsh physiognomy was modified only by a crafty eye.Another man accompanied him.Both wore long slate-colored robes, furred with minever, girded and closed, with caps of the same stuff and hue.Their hands were concealed by their sleeves, their feet by their robes, their eyes by their caps Espresso Coffee.

“God help me, messieurs!” said the archdeacon, showing them in; “I was not expecting distinguished visitors at such an hour.” And while speaking in this courteous fashion he cast an uneasy and scrutinizing glance from the physician to his companion.

“‘Tis never too late to come and pay a visit to so considerable a learned man as Dom Claude Frollo de Tirechappe,” replied Doctor Coictier, whose Franche-Comté accent made all his phrases drag along with the majesty of a train-robe.

There then ensued between the physician and the archdeacon one of those congratulatory prologues which, in accordance with custom, at that epoch preceded all conversations between learned men, and which did not prevent them from detesting each other in the most cordial manner in the world. However, it is the same nowadays; every wise man’s mouth complimenting another wise man is a vase of honeyed gall Espresso Machine.