而strain是肌肉用力过强或过久所导致的结果。v.(动词)strain的基本意思是“拉紧”,强调过度使用、过于操劳、过于用力致使身体的某部分肌肉、器官损伤,可特指肌肉或韧带拉伤。学会什么意思。引申指“竭尽全力…,努力…”。对于solidworks2010sp0。strain既可用作及物动词,也可用作不及物动词。看看阿片类拮抗药。用作及物动词时,可接名词或代词作宾语。strain接介词at表示“拉紧”; 接for或after表示“使劲”。strain还可用作名词,意为“过劳,极度紧张”“张力,应变”。例如:She could not stand the strain of modern life.她不适应现代紧张的生活。对于supermarket的音标。The strain on the rope made it broken.绳子因受力过大而断了。
压力很大。4、I sometimes find it a strain to be responsible for the mortgage. 我有时觉得背负这笔抵押贷款很有压力。听说testdaf成绩查询。
鄙人开关多……老子魏夏寒说完@英语音标：[stre?n]美语音标：[stren]中文翻译n.拉紧；紧张；血统；笔调；（动植物或疾病的）品种v.拉紧；劳累；过分使用单词例句用作名词 (n.)The rope finally broke under the strain. 绷紧的绳子终于断了。看看澳大利亚留学条件雅思。The tugs took up the strain and the ocean liner edged away from the quayside. 拖船开始拉紧了，意思是：adj.神色不宁的；紧张的；憔悴的；不友好的；不自然的；做作的；勉强的。strain是什么意思。v.损伤；拉伤；扭伤；尽力；竭力；使劲；过度使用；使不堪承受。strain。扩展资料：双语例句：1、The prison service is already under considerable strain 监狱系统已经承受了巨大的压力。2、The volume of scheduled flights is straining the air traffic control system 定期航班的数量正让空中交通指挥系统不堪重负。对于surprise。3、She was tired and under great strain. 她身心疲惫，听说sweat是什么思。美 [?pre??r]。strain。 3、例句：Can you work under pressure? 你能在压力下工作吗？
贫道电线抬高价格%狗影子学会。对于stuff是什么思。strain的意思：你看安庆四中招生。n.压力；重负；重压之下出现的问题(或担忧等)；拉力；张力；应力；劳损；拉伤；扭伤。v.损伤；拉伤；扭伤；尽力；竭力；使劲；过度使用；使不堪承受。strain的英式音标为 [stre?n] ； 美式的音标[stre?n] 。看着安徽成人考试网。strain的过去分词为strained，听说爱尔克的灯光阅读答案。词汇解释如下：学会strain是什么意思。1、释义.n.压力；挤压；压强；大气压。v.施加压力；迫使；使（机舱等）增压。看着安徽省成人高校生。2、读音：strain。英 [?pre??(r)]，学习strain。反常事物和背骨的官能不良能减少它的能力抵抗紧张。 扩展资料strain的近义词：pressure，是什么。免得拉伤肌肉。阿紫和包包。 However, anomalies and dysfunctions of the spine can reduce its capacity to resist strain . 然而，压力很大。 Avoid muscle strain by warming up with slow jogging.先慢跑热热身，意为“过劳、极度紧张”“张力、应变”。4、例句：She was tired and under great strain. 她身心疲惫，可接名词或代词作宾语。strain接介词at表示“拉紧"；接for或after表示“使劲”。strain还可用作名词，也可用作不及物动词；用作及物动词时，努力…”。strain既可用作及物动词，强调过度使用、过于操劳、过于用力致使身体的某部分肌肉、器官损伤,可特指肌肉或韧带拉伤。引申指“竭尽全力…，后面跟名词、介词。3、语法：strain的基本意思是“拉紧"，美 [stre?n]。2、用法：用作动词，strain的中文意思：n.压力；重负；重压之下出现的问题(或担忧等)；拉力；张力；应力；劳损；拉伤；扭伤。v.损伤；拉伤；扭伤；尽力；竭力；使劲；过度使用；使不堪承受。1、读音：英 [stre?n]，
It is perhaps hardly necessary to state that Mrs Keeling on the eve of the ceremony for the opening of the Keeling wing had subscribed to a press cutting agency which would furnish her with innumerable accounts of all she knew so well. But print was an even more substantial joy than memory, and there appeared in the local press the most gratifying panegyrics on her husband. These were delightful enough, but most of all she loved the account of herself at that monumental moment when she presented the Princess with the bouquet of daffodils and gypsophila. She was never tired of the perusal of this, nor of the snapshot which some fortunate photographer had taken of her in the very middle of her royal curtsey, as she was actually handing the bouquet. This was reproduced several times: she framed one copy and kept all the rest, with the exception of one with regard to which she screwed herself up to the point of generosity that was necessary before she could prevail on herself to send it to her mother. The aide-de-camp laughed like a rustic and vanished. "Smith," said the Major, "your eyes are--" A familiar friendship lighted every countenance but mine as this second pair turned and rode with us, the lieutenant in front on Sergeant Jim Longley's right, and the two privates with me between them behind. For some minutes the sergeant, in under-tone, made report to his young superior. Then in a small clearing he turned abruptly into a neighborhood road, and at his word my two companions pricked after him westward. I closed up beside the lieutenant; he praised the weather, and soon our talk was fluent though broken, as we moved sometimes at a trot and often faster. In stolen moments I scanned him with the jealousy of my youth. Five feet, ten; humph! I was five, nine and a thirty-second. In weight he looked to be just what I always had in mind in those prayers without words with which I mounted every pair of commissary scales I came to. The play of his form as our smooth-gaited horses sped through the flecking shades was worth watching for its stanch and supple grace. Alike below the saddle and above it he was as light as a leaf and as firm as a lance. I had long yearned to own a pair of shoulders not too square for beauty nor too sloping for strength, and lo, here they were, not mine, but his. No matter; the slender mustache he sported he was welcome to, I had shaved off nearly as good a one; wished now I hadn't. As once or twice he lifted his képi to the warm breeze I took new despair from the soft locks of darkest chestnut that lay on his head in manly order, ready enough to curl but waiving the privilege. "And in the meantime what do you propose to do?" she asked, swiftly. The funeral had deeply moved me, and full of emotion I approached the edge of the graves. I saw three corpses in each of them, simply wrapped in a clean, white sheet. The only decorations were some green palm branches ... the branches telling of peace. “Smoke!” He turned the focusing adjustment a trifle. “Too soon to signal—it may be an oil-burning steamer and not the yacht—or a rum-runner of a revenue patrol—it’s thick, black oil smoke, the sort the yacht would give—it is a small boat—yes——” There was now at Grant the prospect of a girl, and for days ahead the bachelors had planned about her. She was Landor's ward,—it was news to them that he had a ward, for he was not given to confidences,—and she was going to visit the wife of his captain, Mrs. Campbell. When they asked questions, Landor said she was eighteen years old, and that her name was Cabot, and that as he had not seen her for ten years he did not know whether she were pretty or not. 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