#来沈阳打卡吧# The summer grassland concert is about to kick off! The Opening Ceremony of the 7th Lang Lang Piano Plaza Performance Season and the "Summer Stars of Shenyang" Grassland Concert will be held at Lang Lang Piano Plaza tonight! The performance season will last for two and a half months, during which 20 public-interest performances will be arranged, and the piano plaza will be filled with music every weekend. (Photographer: Li Hao)丨属于夏天的草坪音乐会来啦!第七届郎朗钢琴广场演出季开幕式暨“沈水之阳夏日星光”草坪音乐会将于今晚在郎朗钢琴广场启幕!此次演出季将持续两个半月,期间安排20场惠民演出,每一个周末钢琴广场都将琴声不断。(摄影:李浩)
There are 3 types of placenta possibilities for triplets:
⚜️: All three fetuses share the same placenta and gestational sac.
⚜️: Two fetuses share a placenta and gestational sac. The third has its own placenta and gestational sac. The sacs are separated by a thin membrane.
⚜️: Each triplet has their own placenta and gestational sac.
What you're seeing in this photo is a Trichorionic placenta.
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⚜️: All three fetuses share the same placenta and gestational sac.
⚜️: Two fetuses share a placenta and gestational sac. The third has its own placenta and gestational sac. The sacs are separated by a thin membrane.
⚜️: Each triplet has their own placenta and gestational sac.
What you're seeing in this photo is a Trichorionic placenta.
#医学生Medic[超话]##medicaltalks#
The End
BY MARK STRAND
Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end,
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back.
When the time has passed to prune the rose or caress the cat,
When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it down
No longer appear, not every man knows what he’ll discover instead.
When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky
Is no more than remembered light, and the stories of cirrus
And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight,
Not every man knows what is waiting for him, or what he shall sing
When the ship he is on slips into darkness, there at the end.
BY MARK STRAND
Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end,
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back.
When the time has passed to prune the rose or caress the cat,
When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it down
No longer appear, not every man knows what he’ll discover instead.
When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky
Is no more than remembered light, and the stories of cirrus
And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight,
Not every man knows what is waiting for him, or what he shall sing
When the ship he is on slips into darkness, there at the end.
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