「每日Discovery精彩探索·Fear and Dread: The Moons of Mars」今日10月31日,农历庚子年九月十五.万圣节那天,恐惧和恐惧将笼罩你的夜空,也被称为火卫一和火卫二,它们是火星的卫星.火星2020年对日是在10月13日,所以这颗红色的行星仍然会在日落后不久升起.临近万圣节的满月时分,它那奇怪的黄光会在整个夜晚比其他星星都亮.但这两颗火星的卫星非常微弱,而且在很近的轨道上,即便使用小型望远镜也很难发现它们.不过,您可以在这个经过仔细注释的复合视图中找到它们.这颗过度曝光的行星的眩光减弱了,内月火卫一和外月火卫二的轨道被叠加在10月6日拍摄的数字合成照片上.火星的小型卫星是1877年8月由美国海军天文台的天文学家阿萨弗·霍尔使用巨大的26英寸的赤道Alvan Clark折射望远镜发现的.
a friend once asked me: does keeping pets make you happy?
it does, at times. but it also brings anxiety, and it's a quite a bit of work. the daily cleaning of litter box, taking them to the vets for checkups and when they are sick. chiu in particular has a chronic condition and she needs her meds every other day.
in other words, responsibility. and as much as we'd like to think we dread the word, we humans feel more fulfilled when we hare our fair share of it.
better than happiness, keeping pets makes me more human.
it does, at times. but it also brings anxiety, and it's a quite a bit of work. the daily cleaning of litter box, taking them to the vets for checkups and when they are sick. chiu in particular has a chronic condition and she needs her meds every other day.
in other words, responsibility. and as much as we'd like to think we dread the word, we humans feel more fulfilled when we hare our fair share of it.
better than happiness, keeping pets makes me more human.
The star may dissolve, and the fountain of light
May sink intoe'er ending chao's and night,
Our mansions must fall and earth vanish away;
But thy courage, O Erin! may never decay.
See! the wide wasting ruin extends all around,
Our ancestors' dwellings lie sunk on the ground,
Our foes ride in triumph throughout our domains,
And our mightiest horoes streched on the plains.
Ah! dead is the harp which was wont to give pleasure,
Ah! sunk in our sweet country's rapturous measure,
But the war note is weaked, and the clangour of spears,
The dread yell of Slogan yet sounds in our ears.
Ah! where are the heroes! triumphant in death,
Convulsed they recline on the blood-sprinkled heath,
Or the yelling ghosts ride on the blast that sweeps by,
And my countrymen! vengeance! incessantly cry.
May sink intoe'er ending chao's and night,
Our mansions must fall and earth vanish away;
But thy courage, O Erin! may never decay.
See! the wide wasting ruin extends all around,
Our ancestors' dwellings lie sunk on the ground,
Our foes ride in triumph throughout our domains,
And our mightiest horoes streched on the plains.
Ah! dead is the harp which was wont to give pleasure,
Ah! sunk in our sweet country's rapturous measure,
But the war note is weaked, and the clangour of spears,
The dread yell of Slogan yet sounds in our ears.
Ah! where are the heroes! triumphant in death,
Convulsed they recline on the blood-sprinkled heath,
Or the yelling ghosts ride on the blast that sweeps by,
And my countrymen! vengeance! incessantly cry.
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