paradigm
发表于 2025-3-25 05:36:32
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思考
发表于 2025-3-25 08:53:57
Juneock, anchoring the massive trunk and branches, sucking up the moisture and minerals needed for life. The entire tree acts as a funnel, directing the water that falls onto it down the tree’s body to the spot where the water is most needed, down deep into the mirror-tree of mighty roots underground.
stressors
发表于 2025-3-25 12:27:29
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遗传
发表于 2025-3-25 18:12:19
Februarye chiefly valued,” said Plato’s master in the Crito. So once the good is gone, it is time to let go of the life. This is a lesson that the Romantics knew well in the nineteenth century and that the coming generations of twenty-first century human beings are going to have to learn as well.
antenna
发表于 2025-3-25 22:46:39
2691-1256 ized by dynamic links among all living things. Engaging Romantic and Victorian thinkers, as well as contemporary scholarship, he draws new conclusions about 21st-century ideas of nature.978-1-137-03399-4978-0-230-11799-0Series ISSN 2691-1256 Series E-ISSN 2634-5218
最低点
发表于 2025-3-26 02:07:55
Septemberlow beeline toward the ridge, as though he knew where he was going, as though he had passed this way many times before. I now think of this great bear often, even though I have not yet seen him, heading off up the mountain to find the cave or hollow in which he will curl up and sleep soundly for the duration of winter.
任意
发表于 2025-3-26 05:57:08
Strategic Foreign Direct Investment, blue and creamy white. When I turn over each flower’s floret, I find insects sucking on every one: little aphids and bigger gnats, countless tiny winged things, all clinging to stamens and pistils, slurping nectar, nibbling pollen, soaking up the sticky sex-stuff of late spring.
遣返回国
发表于 2025-3-26 09:05:44
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拒绝
发表于 2025-3-26 15:16:38
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易于交谈
发表于 2025-3-26 17:03:15
May, blue and creamy white. When I turn over each flower’s floret, I find insects sucking on every one: little aphids and bigger gnats, countless tiny winged things, all clinging to stamens and pistils, slurping nectar, nibbling pollen, soaking up the sticky sex-stuff of late spring.