#tin hay

[k-wame]

best summary of this film ive ever read

[taifang]

Tất cả chúng ta đều biết trong mơ là giả, nhưng lại một mực tin rằng đó là sự thật trong giấc mơ. Chúng ta cũng đều biết rằng thực tế là có thật, nhưng làm sao bạn có thể chắc chắn rằng đây không phải là một giấc mơ khác.

@taifang dịch

[at129600]

"Anh không cho em sự an toàn mà em muốn, em cũng không cần cho anh sự tin tưởng mà anh cần"

-Cá yêu tinh-

- Channel: Nhật ký của Mưa"

[toantechnician]

Xe tay ga 50cc tốt nhất hiện nay

Dựa trên các đánh giá và nhận xét của người tiêu dùng, tìm hiểu danh sách các mẫu xe tay ga 50cc tốt nhất hiện nay.

Xe tay ga 50cc là một sự lựa chọn phổ biến của học sinh, sinh viên và những người chưa có bằng lái hoặc mới bắt đầu lái xe. Dưới đây là một số mẫu xe ga 50cc nổi bật mà mình muốn giới thiệu cho các bạn:

1. DK Crea Mono 50cc

Động cơ: xăng 4 kỳ, 1 xi lanh, làm mát bằng không khí.

Dung tích của xi lanh: 48.91 cm3

Mức tiêu thụ nhiên liệu: Khoảng 1.66 lít/ 100 km.

Hệ thống phanh trước/ sau: Phanh đĩa/ phanh cơ.

DK Crea Mono 50cc hiện đang bán với giá là 22.450.000 đồng.

2. DK Roma SX 50cc

Thiết kế: Sang trọng, kiểu dáng Vespa

Tốc độ tối đa có thể đạt được: 60 km/h.

Khả năng tiêu hao nhiên liệu: 1 lít/ 60 km.

Chiều cao yên xe: 750 mm.

Giá tham khảo của xe ga DK Roma SX 50cc là 23.450.000 đồng.

3. Xe ga 50cc Dibao Creer

Công suất tối đa của động cơ: 2,6kW

Trọng lượng nhỏ gọn: chỉ 82 kg.

Dung tích bình xăng: 3,7 lít

Khả năng tiêu thụ nhiên liệu: 1,7 lít/ 100 km.

Giá bán của chiếc xe ga 50cc Dibao Creer hiện đang là 24.450.000 đồng.

4. Xe tay ga 50cc Halim

Tốc độ tối đa: 40 - 50 km/h.

Khả năng tiêu hao nhiên liệu: 1,7 - 1,8 lít/ 100km

Động cơ: Xăng 4 kỳ, 1 xi lanh, hệ thống làm mát bằng không khí.

Giá niêm yết của xe tay ga 50cc Halim là 21.900.000 đồng.

Trên đây là danh sách một số dòng xe ga 50cc tốt nhất trên thị trường Việt Nam hiện nay. Mong rằng với những chia sẻ của mình thì bạn có thể chọn mua được mẫu xe phù hợp với ngân sách và nhu cầu sử dụng của mình.

Biên tập: Toàn Technician HDGo.vn

Tham khảo thêm bài viết khác của mình tại: Tin tức xe cộ 24h HDGo.vn

[askanyofficial]

Nên chạy quảng cáo tương tác hay tin nhắn thì tốt hơn?

Quảng cáo tương tác có thể thu hút sự chú ý nhưng chưa chắc đã đem lại chuyển đổi. Quảng cáo tin nhắn giúp bạn có cơ hội trò chuyện trực tiếp với khách hàng, nhưng giữ chân được họ lại là một bài toán khó.

Nên chạy quảng cáo tương tác hay tin nhắn trên Facebook? Bạn đang phân vân không biết nên chọn hình thức quảng cáo nào để tối ưu ROI? Quảng cáo tương tác có thể thu hút sự chú ý nhưng chưa chắc đã đem lại chuyển đổi. Quảng cáo tin nhắn giúp bạn có cơ hội trò chuyện trực tiếp với khách hàng, nhưng giữ chân được họ lại là một bài toán khó. Dưới đây, chuyên gia của Askany sẽ phân tích ưu và nhược điểm của từng loại, giúp bạn đưa ra quyết định chính xác cho chiến lược quảng cáo của mình!

Source: https://askany.com/blog/nen-chay-quang-cao-tuong-tac-hay-tin-nha

[tuoitremt]

CUỘC ĐỐI THOẠI KỲ LẠGIỮA PHI HÀNH GIA NỔI TIẾNG VÀ HOÀ THƯỢNG THÁNH NGHIÊM

Nguồn: https://thuvienhoasen.org/🪐💫🪐 Phi hành gia Edgar Mitchell là một nhà khoa học lỗi lạc với nhiều công trình nghiên cứu nổi tiếng về không gian tại Đại học Harvard và Viện Công nghệ Massachusetts (MIT). Ông là một trong sáu người đã đặt chân lên mặt trăng bằng phi thuyền Apollo 14 vào ngày 31 tháng 1 năm 1971.Ông đã đến Đài Loan năm 2008 tham dự một hội thảo Khoa học và có dịp gặp gỡ và đối…

[beloveds-embrace]

(Poly 141 x farmer reader: John gets dishonorably discharged, and finds a new purpose in accepting your farm job advertisement, and the rest of the taskforce task force slowly mould themselves into your life

This was inspired by @devil-in-hiding’s wonderful, amazing On the Run series! Make sure to send her and the fic so, so much love! 💕💞💕 truthfully, this isn’t much and it definitely didn’t turn out the way I hoped it would, but I still hope it’ll be enjoyable <33)

The creak of old wood and the faint hum of bees in the garden welcomed John as he stepped onto the porch of the small farmhouse. His boots, scuffed and caked with dried mud, felt heavier than ever, broad shoulders sagging under the invisible weight he carried. The sharp scent of freshly tilled earth and blooming wildflowers should have been a comfort, but John barely noticed it among all the thoughts swirling within his head.

It had been weeks since the dishonorable discharge (as if he’d ever leave his own men behind. As if.) , weeks of wandering aimlessly, a hollow shell of himself. The military had been his life, his purpose, and to be stripped of it so publicly left him untethered. The scars he’d accumulated over decades of service seemed trivial compared to this- the one wound he couldn’t bandage, couldn't let heal so it could turn to a forgotten scab.

The farm job advertisement he’d found on the bulletin board of a dingy diner while aimlessly driving had been a last-ditch effort. He needed something- anything- to keep his hands busy and his mind from spiraling.

And now here he was, standing at your door.

When you answered, he was struck silent for a moment. You weren’t what he had expected. A soft curve of a smile greeted him, paired with eyes that seemed to hold the warmth of the sun itself. Your frame was wrapped in a well-worn but clean dress, your body curvy and full in a way that instantly set you apart from the wiry, hardened edges of his old world. There was something disarming about the way you stood there, your hands dusted with flour, your hair slightly mussed from whatever you’d been working on before he arrived.

You were what he’d worked so hard to protect. To keep from seeing the horrors that were kept hidden from the larger public.

“You must be John Price,” you said, your voice soft but firm, like the lull of rain against a tin roof. You offered him a hand, strong but gentle, calloused with years of hardwork. “I’m glad you came. I’ve been needing some help around here.”

John nodded stiffly, his voice rasping from disuse. “Happy to help.” He said simply, though the words felt foreign in his mouth.

You studied him for a moment, taking in the set of his jaw and the way his blue eyes seemed darker than they should have been. You didn’t press, didn’t ask why he was here or what had brought him to your quiet corner of the world. Instead, you gestured for him to follow you as you began pointing out the work that needed doing.

The farm was modest but well-kept, with rolling fields of golden wheat and neat rows of vegetables that hinted at how hard you worked to keep everything running. Your tone shifted as you explained things, clear and confident as you outlined his responsibilities- though you had those written in the ad as well, and so he knew what to expect. There was no hesitation in the way you moved, and John found himself admiring the way your body seemed made for this life- strong and soft, with a natural grace that made him feel clumsy in comparison. A foreign feeling to him.

The work was grueling, but John threw himself into it with a determination that surprised even him. Fences were mended, fields were tilled, and hay was hauled, the strain in his muscles a welcome distraction from the heaviness in his chest, the daily routine providing a purpose he’d been searching for. You worked alongside him every day, your hands as dirty as his by the end of it. You didn’t shy away from the harder tasks, your body bending and lifting with an ease that left him stealing glances when you weren’t looking.

It didn’t take long for you to notice the cracks in him, though. The way his eyes seemed haunted in the quieter moments, or how he would pause, his hands clenching into fists as if fighting off a memory. He wasn’t sleeping well- you could tell by the dark circles under his eyes and the way he moved in the mornings, sluggish and stiff, gratefully accepting the tea you’d make. He wouldn’t talk about it, but you saw the weight he carried, and it broke something in you.

You began helping him in your own quiet way. A warm, full plate of food at the end of a long day, a soft blanket folded neatly on the porch swing when you knew he’d sit there at night. You didn’t pry, but you’d offer him small comforts, like the way you’d linger for a moment longer when handing him a glass of water, letting your fingers brush his.

“You’re doing good work here, John,” you told him one evening as you set a plate of stew in front of him. Your voice was gentle, though it left no room for argument. “Thank you. I’m glad it was you who came by.”

He grunted in response, but the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He appreciated your kindness, though he didn’t know how to express it. He couldn’t shake the way you made him feel- not just useful, but seen.

The first visitor arrived a few weeks later, just as you were finishing up the morning chores. Simon- whom John introduced as Ghost, military callsigns were strange to you- was as imposing as his name suggested, his tall frame and masked face almost startling you when you turned the corner of the barn.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, low and gravelly. His dark eyes studied you carefully, as if trying to assess whether you were friend or foe. “Heard John was here. Wanted to check on him.”

Simon stayed, though he didn’t say why and you didn’t ask. At first, it seemed like he was just there to make sure John was alright, but soon enough, he was pitching in, fixing broken tools and hauling heavy loads with an ease that belied his quiet nature. He was efficient and methodical, and your german shepherd dog, Riley, adored him from the get-go.

You noticed the way he watched you, his gaze lingering when you didn’t think he’d notice. Simon had a way of positioning himself near you, as if he could ward off any harm just by being close. He’d take over heavy tasks without you asking, broad shoulders and strong hands making easy work of things that left you breathless when John was busy doing something else.

The rain brought Kyle “Gaz” Garrick to your doorstep after Simon, his clothes soaked through and his face muted with exhaustion. He knocked once, and when you opened the door, his lopsided grin and the sparkle in his brown eyes immediately disarmed you.

“You must be the saint putting up with Price,” he’d joked, though his voice was warm as you fluttered and flitted about to bring him some towels, warm food and a chance to warm up. “Mind if I dry off before I drown?”

Kyle brought a lightness to the farm that you hadn’t even known had been missing, his laughter and teasing filling the air like birdsong. He quickly took to the work, his lean frame surprisingly strong as he helped with everything from repairing the chicken coop to plowing the fields. But you caught the way his eyes softened whenever he looked at you, his smile lingering when you were near, and especially bright whenever you’d poke back at him.

“You sure you’re not too soft for this kind of work, Garrick?” you teased after he groaned about the weight of a hay bale, hands on your hips.

“Soft?” he shot back, flexing an arm, and then he winked at you. “These are prime muscles, love. And don’t think I haven’t noticed how you keep sneakin’ looks.”

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed at the accusation, and Kyle smirked.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish arrived with the same energy as a summer storm, his laughter echoing through the fields before you even saw him. “Hope you’ve got room for one more!” he declared, his broad grin making you smile despite yourself.

Johnny was impossible to ignore, his enthusiasm infectious. He worked tirelessly, his hands calloused but gentle as he helped. He had a way of making you laugh, his jokes and compliments leaving your cheeks warm more often than not.

He immediately took to helping you with the animals especially, affectionately naming every goat and chicken, and teasing you about how they seemed to follow you everywhere.

“It’s because they know a good soul when they see one.” he said one evening, brushing hay from your hair. His fingers lingered a second too long before he pulled back, and you pretended your smile wasn’t bashful and your heart wasn’t thudding faster than baby goats running to drink their milk bottles.

The four of them fell into an easy rhythm just like that, their camaraderie seamless, and you truly understood just how close of a unit they must have been.

But what you didn’t notice was the way they watched over you. Whether it was John stepping in to take a heavy load from your hands or Simon silently following you to make sure you were safe, they all seemed to share an unspoken agreement to protect you.

And then there was the way they looked at you- not just with admiration, but with something deeper. John admired the way you carried yourself, your curves soft yet strong, a quiet confidence in every step. Simon found himself drawn to your steadiness, your calm presence soothing the chaos in his mind. Kyle loved your kindness, the way you always seemed to know what they needed without asking. And Johnny? Johnny adored everything about you, from your laugh to the way your body moved with an effortless grace.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you all sat on the porch, the scent of freshly cut hay hanging in the air.

“You’ve all been such a big help,” you said, your voice soft and happy as you looked at them, Riley curled near your feet. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

John’s eyes met Simon’s, and Kyle and Johnny exchanged a glance.

“We’re not going anywhere,” John said finally, his voice steady. “Not if you’ll have us.”

You smiled, a warmth spreading through your chest as you looked out at the fields.

You had… truly never expected your precious little farm to become such a sanctuary for others as it was for you, but you were glad. It meant you were doing something right.

Something very right, going by the way you caught them looking at you.

At first, you hadn’t thought much of it. You were used to glances- it came with being a little softer, a little curvier than most women. People always seemed to look a little longer than they needed to, whether out of judgment or admiration, though you’d long since stopped trying to figure out which.

But this? This was different.

John’s gaze lingered when he thought you wouldn’t notice, sharp blue eyes tracing the curve of your hips and the swell of your thighs as you bent to collect eggs or reached up to pull a stubborn weed. When your skirts brushed your legs in the breeze, you swore you saw his jaw tighten, the flicker of something restrained in his expression before he turned back to whatever task he’d assigned himself for the day.

Simon was harder to read, but not impossible. He was quiet, his eyes shadowed under the brim of his cap or the mask he still occasionally wore out of habit, but there was a weight to the way he watched you. He never let you out of his sight if he could help it, always a step behind you when you carried something too heavy, his broad frame so steady and reliable it made your breath catch sometimes. When your hands brushed- accidentally, at first- he didn’t pull away quickly like most men would. Instead, he lingered just long enough for you to notice, just long enough to make you wonder how it would feel to have his fingers dig into your softness.

Kyle was far less subtle. He flirted openly, grinning whenever he managed to make you blush, which was often. He’d find any excuse to compliment you- how strong you were, how beautiful your smile was, how lovely your hair looked in the sunlight. It was playful at first, but then came the moments when his teasing turned quiet, almost tender, like when he brushed dirt off your cheek or tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His hands always hovered, careful but close enough to leave you wondering if he’d reach for you properly if you just gave him the smallest sign.

And Johnny? Johnny was a walking storm of affection. He wasn’t shy about how much he adored you. From the way he complimented your cooking- “I swear, love, you’re a magician in that kitchen”- to how he always seemed to find a reason to be near you, even when he wasn’t working. He’d lean against the doorframe, arms crossed and a crooked grin on his face as he watched you knead dough or arrange flowers in a vase. And then there were the touches- small, fleeting things, like his hand on the small of your back as he passed by or the way his fingers grazed yours when he handed you tools.

You’d been blind to it at first, convincing yourself it was just gratitude for the work, for the meals, for the home you’d offered them. But as the days stretched into weeks and their gazes grew heavier, their presence closer, it became harder and harder to ignore the truth.

They admired you.

Not just as a caretaker or a friend, but as something more- something deeper.

It was there in the way John’s voice softened when he spoke to you, the way Simon’s posture shifted when anyone unfamiliar stepped onto the property, putting himself between you and whatever potential threat he saw. It was in the way Kyle’s jokes always seemed to circle back to how lovely you looked doing even the simplest things, and the way Johnny’s laughter died in his throat whenever you smiled at him just a little too long.

And the realization left you flustered- unsure of what to do with the warmth that bloomed in your chest whenever they lingered too close or brushed against you without meaning to.

They all cared for you, and in a way that went far beyond just gratitude.

The knowledge sent your heart racing whenever one of them looked at you like that- like you were something precious, something worth protecting. Like you were worth staying for.

And maybe- just maybe- you were ready to let them.

[taifang]

Kỳ thực, không phải cuộc sống của ai cũng đều dễ dàng.

Trong thế giới muôn hình vạn trạng này, ngoài giờ làm việc từ 9 giờ sáng đến 5 giờ chiều như thường lệ, có người phải cật lực tăng ca đến tận khuya, có người mất 4 giờ đồng hồ mỗi ngày để đi làm, và một số người phải ra ngoài làm việc ngay cả khi thời tiết xấu. Thậm chí có người dù đã cố gắng hết sức, thì cũng khó có thể tìm thấy ánh sáng của riêng mình, giữa đèn đuốc nhộn nhịp nơi đô thị phồn hoa.

Trong trái tim của mỗi người trưởng thành tưởng chừng như bình yên, nhưng đều ẩn chứa một cái tôi khác có thể sụp đổ bất cứ lúc nào.

Tuy nhiên, quán ăn lúc 6 giờ sáng luôn luôn náo nhiệt lạ thường, trong tòa nhà văn phòng vào 2 giờ đêm có thể có những hạt giống sẽ thay đổi thế giới trong tương lai.

Dù không biết khi nào tin vui có thể khiến những người bận rộn trong cuộc sống cười vang, nhưng tôi tin chắc rằng chỉ cần bạn kiên trì, nó nhất định sẽ đến.

@taifang dịch

[daga888]

Lời khuyên khi chơi Xóc Đĩa đổi thưởng “trăm trận trăm thắng”

[toantechnician]

Pin LFP là gì

Pin LFP, còn được biết đến với tên gọi pin Lithium Sắt Phốt phát (LiFePO4), là một biến thể đáng tin cậy trong gia đình pin Lithium-ion, với sự kết hợp tinh tế giữa hiệu suất và an toàn. Vậy làm sao pin này nổi bật so với loại pin khác cùng dòng Lithium-ion?

Ưu điểm:

Ít rủi ro cháy nổ: Nhờ cấu trúc hóa học ổn định, pin LFP giảm thiểu nguy cơ cháy nổ khi gặp sự cố, mang lại sự yên tâm tuyệt đối cho người sử dụng.

Tuổi thọ ấn tượng: Pin LFP có khả năng chịu được nhiều chu kỳ sạc xả hơn, làm tăng tuổi thọ sử dụng và giảm tần suất thay thế. Thân thiện với môi trường:

Không Cobalt độc hại: Không chứa kim loại nặng độc hại như Cobalt, pin LFP không chỉ an toàn hơn cho môi trường mà còn giảm bớt tác động tiêu cực đến sức khỏe con người.

Tuy nhiên, cũng có một số hạn chế:

Mật độ năng lượng thấp: Dung lượng pin LFP trên một đơn vị trọng lượng thấp hơn so với các loại pin Lithium-ion khác, ảnh hưởng đến quãng đường di chuyển của xe điện.

Tốc độ sạc chậm: Pin LFP thường mất thời gian lâu hơn để sạc đầy so với các loại pin Lithium-ion khác, là một thách thức đối với người dùng muốn có thời gian sạc nhanh.

Biên tập: Toàn Technician HDGo.vn

Tham khảo thêm bài viết khác của mình tại: Kinh nghiệm hay HDGo.vn

[tuoitremt]

NHỜ THA CHẾT CHO 1 CON BÒ GIÀ, MỘT TƯỚNG LĨNH ĐỨC ĐƯỢC SỐNG SÓT TRONG THẾ CHIẾN 2

Nhờ vào quyết định tha mạng cho con vật từng là tử thù của mình, một Tướng lĩnh của Đức quốc đã may mắn sống sót sau khi đế quốc Đức thua cuộc trong Thế chiến.✪ Năm 1941, quân Đức đánh vào lãnh thổ nước Bỉ, khu chăm sóc sức khỏe Visuri là một trong những địa điểm bị chiếm cứ đầu tiên.Bấy giờ, tư lệnh quân trú đóng của Đức là Thiếu tá Krupp vừa mới lên nhậm chức, liền được tham mưu trưởng là Tướng…

[collectionboxer-blog]

Văn mẫu lớp 11: Nghị luận về sức mạnh của niềm tin (Dàn ý + 26 mẫu)

Văn mẫu lớp 11: Nghị luận về sức mạnh của niềm tin (Dàn ý + 26 mẫu), Nghị luận về niềm tin gồm 26 bài văn mẫu siêu hay, ấn tượng nhất, giúp các bạn lớp 11 có thêm Văn mẫu lớp 11: Nghị luận về sức mạnh của niềm tin (Dàn ý + 26 mẫu) Nghị luận về niềm tin trong cuộc sống gồm dàn ý và 26 bài văn mẫu mà Tài Liệu Tiny Edu giới thiệu trong bài viết dưới đây sẽ là tư liệu cực kì hữu ích với các bạn học…

[taifang]

Kỷ luật không có nghĩa là thức dậy lúc 6 giờ và học lúc 7 giờ. Việc người khác nói gì hay nghĩ gì không quan trọng, dù vậy bạn vẫn sẽ tiếp tục kiên trì và không bao giờ phá vỡ nhịp điệu của chính mình. Đó là một kiểu kiên trì của bản thân.

@taifang dịch

[mearpsdyke]

que hermoso sueño seria que le hagan in ig a tina, pero sabemos que estas dos apenas saben como usar sus redes sociales, no le pidamos mucho mas

me ofrezco como tributo para enseñarles cómo usar insta con tal de que tengamos más fotitos de tina 🫡🫡🫡

[ferretpajamapants]

points hey guys g g guys that's That's guys hey G

Doodled for mary & alfie cause they’re both cool