无电
要下雨的天气，我没看见弱小的1103，昨天没有编号的分配了1105，呃，貌似我没有看到1104呀！
youtube，效果糟糕：
云去，云去~
云量比昨天要理想，但是还是飘来飘去，真不知道它会不会累~
AR1101依然坚挺，同时旁边长出了一颗小黑子；AR1102快要谢幕了，小了不少；新生的AR1103看起来很健康的样子，估计还是会吃问题奶粉，长不大；另有两个娃儿，至今没有名字，唉，估计是后娘养滴！
UHC染色后：
依然是youtube视频片段：
见缝插针总是有效果滴~
依然糟糕，依然糟糕~
btw，总共只拍了几张，都不咋样，第二张稍微好点。拍摄过程中被蚊子袭击，两根手指光荣负伤，被叮了俩包~ 55555~
根据不同时段两张图比较，排除了云气的可能，在太阳左上側（约N15E65，这个数值不准，详见专业台站数值）有一较大的亮斑区域，两幅图对比看，比较明显。
youtube视频，很糟糕，部分失焦：
午后·AR1101 and new AR
今天并不适合观测，因为很快就要下雨，云很多，缝也不稳定，片子很差。今天有颗新黑子，尚无编号，附上一段youtube视频，新黑子不容易看见，但是也不是不可见。
youtube视频：
btw, 上传到youtube重新编码压缩后，新黑子还真难在视频里看到了！
I have a dream
今天是个特殊的日子，人生中一位重要朋友的生日，也是马丁·路德·金在47年前“I have a dream”演讲的日子。或许是因为dream这词儿吧，就想把演讲的原文粘贴出来，回味一下。我们都有个梦想，应该去追随梦的脚步，踏上前去！
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by Martin Luther King, Jr.
Aug.28, 1963
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of bad captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up, live up to the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave-owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color if their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day down in Alabama with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning.
My country, ’ tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing:
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountainside
Let freedom ring.
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York!
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slops of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi!
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God almighty, we are free at last!”
