Humanity
Elon Musk and Mark Zuckerberg
Once upon a time in the annals of Silicon Valley, an epic clash was destined to unfold. Two technological titans, Elon Musk and Mark Zuckerberg, had long dominated the realms of innovation and business. Their names reverberated through the corridors of power, and their influence stretched far beyond the boundaries of their respective empires. Their rivalry had simmered for years, but now fate had a different plan. In an unexpected turn of events, Elon Musk and Mark Zuckerberg agreed to settle their differences in a legendary cage fight that would determine, once and for all, who would reign supreme.
By prasad shivalkar3 years ago in Interview
waiting for the summer
On the street, people are constantly shuttling in the hot sun, I slowly moved, waiting for the summer heat slowly dissipated. Looking out, my father was standing in the crowd, waiting for me after school. My father often told me that the scenery is on the road, to slow down and enjoy. However, I rarely look closely at my father, the most beautiful "scenery" on the road of life. Slowly, slowly, I approached him. Dad has entered middle age, slightly bloated, in the crowd, not tall, he had to stand on tiptoe, turn his dry eyes a few circles to barely look this way. He was at times restless, like a small sailboat entering the waves, swaying helplessly. Fat he naturally can not hold on for long, had to give up. After he stood firm, he tried to lift his head, like an unyielding old tree, and stood up. When did the hot-tempered man become so patient? How does he hold on when his days are over? The street lamp inadvertently lit up, melting in the thick dark purple. I no longer hesitate, I weighed the bag, ran out, looked at the face covered with sweat, dark skin in the light appears soft and just. As soon as my father took my schoolbag, he stepped on the electric car. After getting on the car, I looked up at my father and suddenly found that my father's back had begun to camel, and the hair on the back of his head was like the gray crops after being harvested. Crow's feet began to eat away at him, his stubborn head splitting the night and leading the light on. The weight of life bent his shoulders. "Home," he said softly. "It's all right, home." He repeated it. I was numb for a moment, took the bag, went upstairs. The years went by and my father grew old. I pray that I can do more for my father, even if it is just to give him a cup of hot tea when he is tired, bring him warmth; Or when his father was unhappy, he told his father about the funny things that happened at school to bring him laughter... I hope that at any time, I can always stay by his side, advance and retreat with him, and cherish every little thing with my father. I entered the house, lying near the window, and saw a long dark figure pulled by the street lamp, like an old bear, standing on the concrete floor. He slowly moved his steps closer to the stairwell, the sound of dull steps in his ears, and the landscape had flowed into the dark shadows. Father is still moving forward on the road of life, as a person on the road, I no longer worry, continue to move forward on the road of life. He stood in the sun, arms outstretched, smiling, smiling. I hope, time slow, years long flow; I wish I could be with my father all the way as I am now.Sweet sleep all night, drive away the fatigue of the journey, the day just Ma Ma bright, I begged my cousin to take me to the field to play. We walked in the winding field path, a fresh air coming, I breathed greedily, the heart suddenly felt the silk of pleasure. Looking from a distance, a faint red cloud hung in the horizon, in front of a piece of green fields, thin morning fog like the wisps of soft gauze, floating in the green fields, lingering in the brown field path, to the morning painted with a layer of ethereal charming color. Birds chirped in the poplar trees along the road, as if to welcome me, a small guest who had just come from the city. What a beautiful morning scene of my hometown! I really want to become a giant, with long arms to embrace the whole field. Oh, my shoes are wet, my pants are wet, where did the water come from? I crouched down and put my hand into the grass by the side of the road. Ah, my hands are wet too. Suddenly, a cool feeling rose in my heart, I found that the green grass is covered with beads of water. Oh, it was the morning dew that got my feet and pants wet. I lay down in the grass and watched. A crystal crystal dew quietly lying on the green leaves, some in the middle of the green leaves, some on the edge of the green leaves, some actually hanging on the tip of the leaf, shaking, glittering and translucent to drop, a twinkle, like the silly fat doll is naughty blinking this pair of shining eyes, lovely. I gently took off a dew-covered leaf, carefully held it in my hand, opened my eyes and watched it carefully. The biggest is like a pea, the small is like a sesame. Through this little pearl ball, the green leaves that had not been clearly venated could be seen, and even the very, very fine "blood vessels" on the leaves could be seen clearly. I could not help blowing gently on the shining dewdrops, but they were scattered like broken jade. Now, I hold in my hand is only a green leaf, the bud of those small drops of water all disappeared, and this green leaf also lost the crystal luster. Oh, the drops of water also have such a role, making the flowers more beautiful and colorful. I stood in front of the dew, as if I had entered a fresh world, my whole body and mind seemed to have been purified, purified into a exquisite dew. The bright red sun rose slowly from the east, and the "morning curtain" was not known to be secretly opened by anyone, and I looked for the dew on the rolling green leaves, but there was no more. Oh, the dew's life is so short! But it uses this short life to add fresh and pure to the morning, and gives people a bright world with its small body. "We should go home." My cousin's words awakened me from my meditation, and I was reluctant to part from this intoxicating home field.
By THOMAS BRUNKER3 years ago in Interview
Kazakhstan Proposes Ending Talks Between Russia, Iran, and Turkey in Astana
Kazakhstan Proposes Ending Talks Between Russia, Iran, and Turkey in Astana Introduction Kazakhstan, a Central Asian country known for its strategic location and active role in international diplomacy, has recently made a bold proposal to end the talks between Russia, Iran, and Turkey in Astana. The Astana talks, also known as the Astana process, have been instrumental in addressing the Syrian conflict and facilitating dialogue among the key stakeholders. In this article, we will explore the reasons behind Kazakhstan's proposal and analyze its potential implications for the region.
By Owais Creation3 years ago in Interview
Turkey in 2023: A Year of Transformations and Challenges
As 2023 draws to a close, it is an opportune time to look back at the significant events and developments that unfolded in Turkey, while also contemplating the potential paths that lie ahead. This year proved to be a period of notable transformations, challenges, and opportunities for the nation.
By Esra Erman3 years ago in Interview
You can actually
This year's "61" Children's Day, I finally changed from a small audience into an actor. You can actually walk on stage, get off the actor's game. When the teacher arranged for me to recite a poem of earthquake relief at the "61" party, the heart began to bang bang straight. This is an opportunity to show self-ability, poetry recitation should not only pronounce accurately, but also show the aspirations of the children in Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan incisively and vividly. Because this is a collective recitation of 4 people, only one outstanding performance is far from enough, the tacit cooperation between each other is crucial, not once, again. To this end, I do not know how much sweat to pay, spent how long, consulted how many people, and finally looked forward to performing on stage. Before the appearance, I was really nervous, always afraid of where to read wrong, where to read badly, as long as there is a little mistake, I will fall into a kind of realm: is the teacher criticized, or there are many viewers cast strange eyes. In any case, I will be ashamed, hands tightly pinch a sweat, the more I want to be afraid, but repeatedly told himself: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, usually how to practice, how to play." But inside, I can't relax. At this time, the teacher seemed to see through my mind, came over, bent down and patted my shoulder kindly to encourage me: "Don't be nervous, I believe you are the best!" "This sentence is like a strong force, and immediately let me multiply my confidence! It was my turn to take the stage, I was full of confidence, and looked at the audience in a large square, while walking a skilled pace, reciting to the heart's content, super play, we finally did not live up to the teacher's expectations, many viewers were moved to tears by our real recitation. When we finished reading, immediately won waves of overwhelming applause, my heart has a kind of unspeakable comfort. This "61" is of great significance to me, and I hope that in the program of "61" next year, I can still show my skills, and I hope that more children like me will take the stage.Jane Austen's first novel, Sense and Sensibility, was written in an anti-ironic way, but her writing was quite skilful. In every plot of the story, the character description is very real and delicate, which makes people sincerely admire Jane Austen's insight into human nature. The plot revolves around the mating activities of the two female protagonists, exposing the ugly trend of valuing family regardless of children's feelings and human rights in the British capitalist society at that time when marriage was a custom for women to seek economic security and improve their economic status. As the title shows, the whole story revolves around the contradiction between "reason" and "emotion". Marianne was irrational and emotional; Mr. And Mrs. John Dashwood were more rational than emotional; However, Willoughby is emotionally hypocritical and seemingly emotional when in fact momo is ruthless and selfish. In the story, Jane Austen praises people who value their feelings, although she sometimes satirizes those who lack intelligence. And people who lack emotion, who are only emotionally rational or hypocritical, show extreme contempt. Jane Austen admired Eleanor most because she was both sensible and rational. The article also sets out Jane Austen's view on the subject, that she could not be emotionless and could not be too rational. The heroine of the story pursues equal communication with men's thoughts and feelings, demands equal rights in social status, and insists on the freedom of choosing a mate. This would have been an act of rebellion in Britain at the time. Reason and emotion are like a double-edged sword. If you insist on reason, you may hurt feelings, take good care of feelings, lose your reason. Of course, it is better to deal with emotions rationally, and to remain rational within a certain range of emotions. This is the best way to use this double-edged sword. But in real life, when you are often faced with trade-offs, are you more rational than emotional? Or is emotion more important than reason? Or like Mr. Willoughby, emotional on the outside, selfish on the inside. So, may each of us be in control of our own reason and emotion, and not enslaved by it.
By marline lundi3 years ago in Interview
the sofa and sat down
Yesterday, I stopped by a friend's house for afternoon tea. I walked over to the sofa and sat down casually. Just then, the friend put a pot of cake and a pot of flowers on the table and said, "Try it!" I ate a bite of cake, said: "really delicious, hey, what is this flower!" It's beautiful." "It is grown from the seeds of mimosa, and if you like, take a few and grow them." thank you When I received it, I left in a hurry. When I got home, I immediately found a small transparent pot that I didn't use. And from Grandpa's room found a few bags of dirt ready to give Grandma Wang. I put them all in a flower pot. The seeds were put into the soil, and then watered a little water, and went to read. After about four or five days, (these days I watered regularly) I went out on the balcony again to water the seeds. Only to find that the seeds have sprouted. I was pleasantly surprised. I thought, "Oh, my God! It's sprouting earlier than I thought it would. I need to get a good look at it. I crouched down and looked at it curiously. It turns out that its leaves are as tender and fragile as the face of a newborn baby, but they are also very cute. I can't help laughing when I think about it." For the next few days, I took good care of the budding seeds. Sure enough, hard work pays off. On Wednesday morning, I walked over to the flowerpot in my nightdress, looked at it in disbelief and said, "No way? I can't believe it's growing so fast. I can't believe the new leaves are already coming out. Its head gradually became tall, the color also changed from light green to dark green, just like a real small tree. Just then, a gust of wind blew, and the mimosa shook gently in the wind. It's like someone's dancing. After watching mimosa, I went to school. After a few days, a small yellow velvet flower had grown on the branch. In the sunlight, it looks very attractive. Just like the fireworks of the New Year. I think the mimosa at this time is also its most beautiful moment.She woke up at twelve o 'clock, drew the curtains, and the sky was full of dust and dust, and she felt a terrible mood, her hair should be washed, the house should be put away, the things she had brought were scattered on the floor, and the memory of the events of the previous day made her very confused, and her nightgown was old and needed washing, and she felt that her whole body needed to be washed from head to foot. She lit a cigarette and stood in front of the window, half leaning on the bed, her skin darkened, her hands began to grow dark spots, her lips were dry from lack of water, the only thing that had not changed were her eyes, which looked as if they should not belong to the face of the "water," but now they betrayed anxiety and emptiness, and she held the cigarette in one hand, Holding the other arm in one hand, thin cigarettes and thin figure are very similar to a chapter, her appearance looks very much like a woman of the wind and dust, in her, but it seems to be depraved but unwilling to degenerate feeling. Thinking about what happened yesterday, her eyes became harsh and deep, there is a bitter taste, there is a trace of sadness, what else, you go guess, love him to eat the pain, love her suffering, love her through those inexplicable days, although the past time is not reluctant to part, but if you really want to leave, but some reluctant, has not gone for a long time Out of this room, what has become of the outside world, she does not care about, seems to have been isolated from the outside world, what else is she, the most unwilling to those years, unwilling to pay for themselves and others for everything, the dust settled, she was eliminated, although it can be said that she came in a daze, Go is awake abnormal, she thought maybe there is a harvest is she woke up, now she understands what is right and wrong to turn into empty, to her just spare hate, sometimes think of ancient things and now quite similar, those ancient poetry is the most to write the human feelings of the world thoroughly and beautiful, but she understood what?
By tevin williams3 years ago in Interview
Who is winning the war in Ukraine? Experts break down the territorial, psychological, and military gains made by Putin and Zelenskyy
Who is winning the war in Ukraine? Experts break down the territorial, psychological, and military gains made by Putin and Zelenskyy
By Owais Creation3 years ago in Interview
Minneapolis Prepares to Spend Millions to Carry Out Federal Consent Decree
Minneapolis Prepares to Spend Millions to Carry Out Federal Consent Decree Minneapolis, a city known for its vibrant culture and diverse community, is gearing up to invest millions of dollars to fulfill the requirements of a federal consent decree. This significant financial commitment reflects the city's determination to address systemic issues within its police department and promote positive change.
By Owais Creation3 years ago in Interview
