China is one of the countries that use passwords the most. The reason why China uses more passwords is that some hackers have come up with bad ideas.
Passwords are personal privacy, and the country will never allow transactions. But, but now there are still people who don't take state regulations seriously.
Originally, I didn't want to read this article, but since my QQ password was stolen once, I changed it with secret security. But I changed my password, and the next day I found that my 9-year-old cousin's password had been stolen by someone else. I was very angry when I found out. If you steal an adult number, you steal it. If it's a big deal, you can change the password. Does the child have a cell phone or password? Asking him to change his password is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
I can't figure out why they stole the password. I guess they just stole someone else's password and used someone else's number to log on to their computer and ask for money. Maybe if others don't know, it's easy to be cheated.
I think, should the country use something else instead of passwords? Like fingerprints or something.
There is no special law on the national network, so it is suggested that the state build laws and regulations on the network, such as building laws and regulations to illegally steal others' passwords and privacy after illegally spreading rumors. You can also make some internet phone calls.
Internet is a double-edged sword, which can enrich your knowledge and make you poor. Therefore, friends who fall in love with the internet should pay attention to: QR code can't be scanned indiscriminately, and password privacy can't be exposed. If it has been exposed, please replace it immediately.
There is no need to harm people, and there is no need to prevent people. I really hope that there are fewer people in our country and more kind people.
Worry topic composition 2 Worry is a cloud in the sky, which will cover the bright sunshine from time to time, so that we have to live under it; The troubles are lingering, the cuts are ceaseless, the reasoning is chaotic and unprovoked, and there is a bitter taste in my heart-inscription.
In the process of growing up, there are happy memories and beautiful yearning. Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine. However, even if the sun is shining, there will inevitably be short-lived clouds-with the growth of age, childishness and maturity coexist, and troubles and happiness increase.
Diary is a simple word, a carrier to record life, but to me, it is cruel, difficult and nihilistic. I am a person who doesn't pay attention to observing life. Naturally, when writing a diary, even if I want to break my head, it is blank. Then, I dare not write. Although I know very well that life and days are made up of small things, any small thing can be enlarged and recorded in that diary. So "keeping a diary", for me, can be described as: arduous test, difficult tempering, and then, it also stands in the first place of my troubles.
But I got over it. After writing a diary every day, I feel unspeakable excitement and satisfaction. As long as I persist for a long time, I believe my writing ability will definitely improve. I finished the test again and again with expectation.
When the dark clouds cover the sun, our life will not lose its due glory. As long as you treat the cloud correctly, you will surely find its beauty. When the dark clouds gradually disperse, we will find that the colorful colors of life will be more gorgeous and bright, thus gaining more joy and fun.
Time flies, the summer vacation is over, and school begins, but it is not a primary school that has lived for six years, but a middle school. He has been on edge since he got the letter of admission. The face he didn't know overwhelmed him. Tao Qi looked at the middle school in front of him and hesitated for a long time until he met two elementary school classmates. "What should I do if I go to junior high school?" A classmate said.
"Let's take it one step at a time," said another student casually.
"But I heard that junior high school is very strict, but it is not as easy as primary school." Tao Qi sighed. Two students also shook their heads to express helplessness.
"Freshmen prepare for the exam with the admission notice!" The school teacher shouted with a trumpet and repeated it n times. Tao Qi and his classmates handed the admission notice to the teacher and entered the designated class to prepare for the exam. Taoqi began to worry again. He hasn't read what he has learned for a long time. I heard that he is still divided into classes according to his grades. If he doesn't do well in the exam, it will be a joke. Anyway, take it one step at a time!
During the exam, the language was quite simple. Tao Qi did Sarah laugh. The key was math. Thankfully, the primary school got a 780. Forget it, it won't be empty.
It's time to end. Looking at the test paper, Tao Qi sighed, and the invigilator once again heard the voice, "Report at 6: 30 tomorrow and find your own class!"
Tao Qi went home slowly, thinking about junior high school life. Is junior high school life very tired? Is the teacher strict? Is there much homework? All kinds of conjectures fill my mind. When I got home, I made a hug gesture, yawned and lay flat in bed, still thinking about it.
"How was the exam? Do you feel okay? How about junior high school? ..... "Tao Qi's mother nagged again. Tao Qi didn't speak. Faced with a series of question marks, he was impatient. There was a nameless fire in his heart, but it didn't break out. He doesn't want to be rebellious in adolescence, and he doesn't want to upset his mother. He is considerate of his mother, and nagging is only her concern, so he always obeys her request, and he never refutes it as long as it is reasonable. Therefore, Tao Qi's mother will praise her son's filial piety and obedience to everyone, and all relatives and friends admire him.
Worry topic composition 4 "The sun will climb up tomorrow morning, the flowers will bloom the same tomorrow, the beautiful birds will disappear without a trace, and my chicks will never come back …" Dance of Youth led my thoughts to the past. Unconsciously, I have grown up and entered adolescence. I don't know when a few pimples broke out on my nose. From then on, I looked in the mirror every day and watched the "life" changes of these acne. I started asking my mother how to treat acne. I used facial cleanser, reed and other acne skin care products, looking forward to the day when acne disappeared. But a week has passed, two weeks have passed ... after waiting for a long time, the acne has not improved. Hey! Youth is really annoying!
What I hate most is a temper that I can't even accept myself. Growing up, my temper is getting worse and worse. I often talk back when I disagree with my parents or discuss something. My mother often says, "Hey! When I grow up, my temper becomes more and more stubborn. I really can't help you! " After an argument, I always think I am wrong. In this way, the relationship with parents is not as close as before.
Everyone has to go through various tests on the road of growth. Some worry that their studies are not satisfactory, some worry that they have acne, and some feel wronged because they can't get their parents' understanding ... I think this should be a combination of growing pains that never know when to start. For me who has a lot of complaints to vent, this topic is very kind. Xin Qiji once said: "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow". Perhaps his carefree childhood, with the continuous development of history, left us more and more troubles.
That day, I came home from school, finished my homework and went to get my diary as usual. Suddenly, I found that my diary had been touched, and I immediately flew into a rage. I knew it must be them when I thought about it. I walked out of the bedroom and asked loudly if they had read my diary. On the contrary, they openly stated that it was their duty to know everything about me. I can't take it anymore. I just want to have my own blue sky. Why did you take it away so selfishly just to get to know me? I went back to my room and felt that I had nothing left, alas! Why do parents always want to know us when they grow up and don't want us to have any ideas of our own? Alas! How cruel!
Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine, but even if the sunshine is bright, there will inevitably be short-lived clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, from study, from communication with classmates ... but it is not terrible to have troubles. The key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them, and mature with colorful dreams.
Everyone has his own troubles, and of course I have mine.
I remember one weekend, I watched TV at home and my eyes hurt. I'm going shopping to relax. "Hey, Terry!" A clear voice sounded from behind me. I turned my head doubtfully, and a tall and fat boy pushing a bicycle looked at me. Who is he? Looks a little familiar. "oh! Zhang! " The memory suddenly woke up. "It's you! Unexpectedly, it is so clever and so high! " "No." He smiled. I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Long time no see. Let's go shopping together! " I didn't expect to meet my best friend in primary school. I was really happy. I lost touch with Zhang after he transferred to another school that year. We asked each other where to study, and without a few words, we fell into an awkward silence.
Once upon a time, Zhang and I stuck to everything and even dragged each other to the toilet. I am inseparable, so to speak. After the transfer, I went to see him. He moved and his phone changed. Two people haven't seen each other for so long. There should be endless words and endless old stories, but now, there is nothing but silence. In order to break the silence, I racked my brains to find something to say: "Are you from Huali High School?" "Well, just so-so." I can hear a trace of helplessness from his words.
Is he still the Zhang I know? I suddenly had this question, how did he become so strange?
"You, your grades are ok!" He suddenly turned around and asked me. "Oh, just so-so, just so-so." Zhang smiled and didn't ask.
The wind suddenly became stronger, it was raining in Mao Mao, and our silence became longer and longer. "I, I have something to do. I have to go first. Goodbye! " I looked at his back and was extremely disappointed.
Now I have made many friends in middle school, but I don't know how long our friendship will last after graduation.
Some people say, "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow." If I am still a pupil, then this sentence is quite reasonable. But after junior high school, I don't think so. Every day, there are troubles, big and small, that bother me, just like the rising waves on the sea, soaking my heart.
Needless to say, heavy schoolbags, thick books and mountains of exercises; Needless to say, the teacher blames "teaching" and the ranking of each exam; It is enough for me that my parents take special care of me. When I grow up, my troubles are like a schoolbag on my shoulder, which makes me breathless.
On a sunny Saturday morning, I wandered in a fairyland in my dream: there was no school, no teacher, no homework, only endless blue sky, green grass, mountains and rivers. I was lying on the grassland, blending in with the beautiful nature ... Suddenly, dark clouds were gathering, and a terrible voice came from the air: "Ula Ula" was deafening like thunder. I tried to cover my ears and open my sleepy eyes. Wonderland is gone, replaced by the alarm clock brother who gloated. I patted the alarm clock brother's head angrily and complained, "Can't my dream be completed?" See if I don't lose you next time! "
"Still want to finish your dream? See who loses. " The mother standing at the door snapped, "Get up and do your homework!" "
"Mom, it's finally Saturday, so there's no class. Please let me sleep for a while. " I pleaded.
"What's the matter with the class? Don't you remember anything? Can you remember English words? Have you finished all your homework? Go to learn the Olympics immediately, but also learn English, composition, calligraphy ... get up! " Mom won't let me tell.
"Oh my god, this also let not let people live? Finally looking forward to the weekend, there are still so many tasks. I wish I were the Monkey King! Pull up a hair, blow, also can conjure up a' I', and myself, you can ... "I complained in my mind.
"Why don't you get up?" Alas, the "Tang Priest" has spoken, and he dare not disobey, otherwise the "hooping Curse" will ring again.
I have no choice. I went to my desk and opened my schoolbag. What caught my attention was no longer my favorite extracurricular books, but the homework my parents bought me. They are like a terrible devil, running at me with their teeth bared. I have a cold sweat on my back. I just wanted to run away when my father came to me.
"Today is a good day. Come on, do these books and pages in the morning and then do that in the afternoon. " Dad gave the task seriously.
I pouted and said discontentedly, "study all day, study!" " Do not play! "
"That's not true. Well, if you finish, I'll show you TV for a while at night. " Dad tried to persuade.
As soon as I listen, good! Although it is a bit bitter, at least there is TV to watch, so let me work hard for TV now!
Therefore, I have no free time to do what I like every day, and my homework will never be finished. I practice every day, almost like a robot!
Finally in the evening, I came to my long-lost "old friend"-the TV with excitement.
Suddenly, my mother came over and grabbed my ear: "What do you want? Stop watching TV and read the composition. "
I was just about to refute it. When I saw my mother's round eyes, I knew it was all in vain. Helpless, I had to be at its mercy and look at the newborn moon in the sky through the window. It seems so cold that my heart is crying.
But one day, I accidentally opened a book. There are many childhood stories of famous people in the book. They are even worse than me, but their willpower persists in their success. What is my frustration compared with them? Suddenly I remembered a sentence: "Teenagers are not afraid of sorrow, and life is always sweet." Yes! Even if there are more troubles, I will face the difficulties, and I will be more brave in the Vietnam War, expecting flowers to bloom.
If life is compared to a concert, then worry is an episode. I don't know whether trouble is good or bad. I was sad and gave up because of my troubles, but in the end, I became stronger. The ancients once said, "A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise"? Let me tell you a story!
A man lost his right hand in an accident. At first, no matter what he said, he couldn't stand the pain of losing his right hand. His left hand shook his clothes, and his face was dripping with blood when he shaved. He even shaved his hair to vent his pain. Slowly, he accepted this reality and found that his life was very difficult, and this discovery made him walk out of the pain of losing his right hand, and he grabbed the throat of fate.
Even if all kinds of troubles hinder your progress in life, you don't have to be afraid, because it is likely to make us understand a life truth. What is lost is old, and what is gained is new. There is also an Englishman, who once said that he can endure any troubles, but he can't stand blindness, but by the time he was over 60 years old, he was really blind. He said: "It turns out that blindness is tolerable!" This is the beauty of trouble! Worry can make us stronger, overcome our weaknesses and believe that we will attack in the end.
Tell everyone that although trouble will make people lose something, they will get something new. As long as the troubles are regarded as a wonderful episode, the music score of life will still be wonderful! Trouble will also be a new highlight of this song!
If worry is compared to a red light, life is a green light, because there is green, there is red! Leave your troubles behind, every day is a new stage of life, and put your best attitude on every day! You can succeed!
Trouble, an invisible mentor who guides us to success!
Leaves rustle in the wind, dust rises with the rear of the car, and the sky is yellow. The blue sky lost its color and turned to gray. ...
Roaming on the computer, relaxing in the game, inadvertently remembering that there are still three or four days before the senior high school entrance examination. I am so carefree ... maybe you think I am different from you, or maybe I am a bad boy who doesn't like studying. Actually, it's not. I like studying, just like you. I'm not a bad boy. ...
After sneaking around for a while, a warm tear fell from my face. Thinking of the quarrel with her just now, I feel wronged, really wronged. ...
Here's the thing. After I turned on the computer, I went to QQ. At this time, an unknown netizen sent a message: hello. Out of courtesy, I called him back, and then he chatted with me. The purpose of turning on the computer this time is to find out the composition of the senior high school entrance examination, see how different what others wrote is from what they wrote, and learn it. For this reason, I ignored him. After that, netizens sent a lot, saying why not answer him? Still say that I am busy? ..... and so on. Ah ... That's what people do. The more you ignore them, the more excited you are! At this time, after reading his news, I want to tell him at once that I am studying. But before I could type, a bus palm landed on my shoulder and then on my face, with a loud and painful voice. ...
My face burned and I said to her hysterically, what are you doing? Why are you peeking at my chat? She said: Are you afraid to watch? What did you do? Nothing to do! What is this? I tried my best to cover my injured face for fear of her ... I dare not speak. I am very sad, ask yourself. Did I do something wrong?
After the storm just now, my heart is very uncomfortable. I am under pressure. I really want to talk to a friend of mine, but all my friends are swingers. what can I do?
Adolescent boys and girls will have many troubles. Parents' incomprehension and children's stubbornness. Each has its own ideas and difficulties. However, is it not good to understand each other?
You have to take care of playing computer, it doesn't play. I suspect that my mother has entered menopause. Adolescence and menopause really have nothing to say ... what else but ignorance?
Mom, you really misunderstood me. I did nothing wrong. You know, I'm not interested in chatting online. I hope you won't peek at my chat in the future. This is an invasion of my privacy. I don't want you to do this. I know your love for me and I understand your kindness to me. But the way of love can be changed a little, can you relax a little?
I have grown up and know what to do and what not to do. If, in your mind, you only do what you think is right, then you are wrong. I have my own thoughts, I have my own consciousness. I know what to do and what not to do. You're limiting me. This is called doting and stereotyping. If I am locked in a small cage, how can I fly high and fight the blue sky?
Writing here, the resentment in my heart has disappeared without a trace. Know that you love me. Please think of my mother for me, too. .
Puberty, don't worry. It's all the same, just understand each other. Just don't be impulsive!
I don't know when the road was built at the north exit of Heshan Street. In this way, the originally small road surface was reduced by half at once. Those big trucks and buses are particularly troublesome to drive, and sometimes there are traffic jams.
Ding, the last class in the morning is finally over. I ran to the carport to push my bike. Along the way, my stomach began to sing "empty city plan" unwillingly. Thinking of the sumptuous lunch after returning home, I suddenly felt even hungrier and couldn't help swallowing. Just out of Zhenxing Road, I saw a big truck across the intersection of Heshan Street. I thought, just wait a little longer, so I waited patiently for a few minutes.
I don't know what happened ahead, but I didn't move. I'm tired of waiting and want to walk a long way home. But looking back, I can't help but be blindsided! There has been a "long queue" behind me, and everyone shows impatience. Several impatient uncles shouted in front: "What's the matter? Let's go first, everyone is in a hurry! " Can't get in, can't get out, stuck in the middle. This is a dilemma.
The truck in front finally started and finally got out of the misery. I almost cheered. But what I didn't expect was that this heavy and stupid guy got up even slower than the tortoise. I was so anxious that I was about to cry. I thought helplessly: If this goes on, it will be too late to go to class after dinner at home. what can I do? My uncle next to me saw me like this and comforted me and said, "Little friend, I'll help you move the car out!" " "I gratefully repeated," thank you! My uncle managed to get my bike out of the queue. I thanked the benefactor and hurried home.
After dinner, I prayed silently in my heart: stop the traffic jam, I really can't stand it. But when I came to the unforgettable intersection again, I saw the "long dragon" again.
Alas, the road is too narrow. ...