網(wǎng)絡(luò)社區(qū)服務(wù)與管理系統(tǒng)的設(shè)計(jì)與實(shí)現(xiàn)—計(jì)算機(jī)(論文)-資料下載頁
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【導(dǎo)讀】通過計(jì)算機(jī)聯(lián)網(wǎng)后，可以實(shí)現(xiàn)數(shù)據(jù)的遠(yuǎn)程訪問和共享，從而方便。管理并節(jié)約成本。該系統(tǒng)完整地分析了社。區(qū)服務(wù)與管理系統(tǒng)的業(yè)務(wù)需求，并進(jìn)行了詳細(xì)設(shè)計(jì)。在此基礎(chǔ)上實(shí)現(xiàn)了其中的基。同時(shí)，系統(tǒng)對(duì)用戶進(jìn)行了分級(jí)管理，提高了系統(tǒng)的安全性。在技術(shù)上，該系統(tǒng)選擇了三層的網(wǎng)絡(luò)體系結(jié)構(gòu)。客戶端技術(shù)綜合采用HTML、應(yīng)用服務(wù)器利用ADO技術(shù)與數(shù)據(jù)庫服務(wù)器進(jìn)行透明的數(shù)據(jù)傳輸。
【正文】 cer, which is enough for me。 it is to me a delightful pa per, and so it was to my father. It is of great use, for it contains all that a man requires to know。 the names of the preachers at the church, and the new books which are published。 where houses, servants, clothes, and provisions may be obtained. And then what a number of subscriptions to charities, and what innocent verses! Persons seeking interviews and engagements, all so plainly and naturally stated. Certainly, a man who takes in the Intelligencer may live merrily and be buried contentedly, and by the end of his life will have such a capital stoc k of paper that he can lie on a soft bed of it, unless he prefers wood shavings for his restingplace. The newspaper and the churchyard were always exciting objects to me. My walks to the latter were like bathingplaces to my good humor. Every one can read the newspaper for himself, but e with me to the churchyard while the sun shines and the trees are green, and let us wander among the graves. Each of them is like a closed book, with the back uppermost, on wh ich we can read the title of what the book contains, but nothing more. I had a great deal of information from my father, and I have noticed a great deal myself. I keep it in my diary, in which I write for my own use and pleasure a history of all who lie her e, and a few more beside. Now we are in the churchyard. Here, behind the white iron railings, once a rosetree grew。 it is gone now, but a little bit of evergreen, from a neighboring grave, stretches out its green tendrils,and makes some appearance。 there rests a very unhappy man, and yet while he lived he might be said to occupy a very good position. He had enough to live upon, and something to spare。 but owing to his refined tastes the least thing in the world annoyed him. If he went to a theatre of an evening, instead of enjoying himself he would be quite annoyed if the machinist had put too strong a light into one side of the moon, or if the representations of the sky hung over the scenes when they ought to have hung behind them。 or if a palm tree was introduced into a scene representing the Zoological Gardens of Berlin, or a cactus in a view of Tyrol, or a beechtree in the north of Norway. As if these things were of any consequence! Why did he not leave them alone? Who would trouble themselves about such trifles? especially at a edy, where every one is expected to be amused. Then sometimes the public applauded too much, or too little, to please him. They are like wet wood, he would say, looking round to see what sort of people were present, this evening。 nothing fires them. T hen he would vex and fret himself because they did not laugh at the right time, or because they laughed in the wrong places。 and so he fretted and worried himself till at last the unhappy man fretted himself into the grave. Here rests a happy man, that is to say, a man of high birth and position, which was very lucky for him, otherwise he would ha ve been scarcely worth notice. It is beautiful to observe how wisely nature orders these things. He walked about in a coat embroidered all over,and in the drawingrooms of society looked just like one of those rich pearlembroidered bellpulls, which are only made for show。 and behind them always hangs a good thic k cord for use. This man also had a stout, useful substitute behind him, who did duty for him, a nd performed all his dirty work. And there are still, even now, these serviceable cords behind other embroidered bellropes. It is all so wisely arranged, that a man may well be in a good humor. Here rests, ah, it ma kes one feel mournful to think of him!but here rests a man who, during sixty seven years, was never remembered to have said a good thing。 he lived only in the hope of having a good idea. At last he felt convinced, in his own mind, that he really had one, and was so delighted that he positively died of joy at the thought of having at last caught an idea. Nobody got anything by it。 indeed, no one even heard what the good thing was. Now I can imagine that this same idea may prevent him from resting quietly in his grave。 for s uppose that to produce a good effect, it is necessary to bring out his new idea at breakfast, and that he can only make his appearance on earth at midnight, as ghosts are believed generally to do。 w hy then this good idea would not suit the hour, and the m an would have to carry it down again with him into the grave that must be a troubled grave. The woman who lies here was so remarkably stingy, that during her life she would get up in the night and mew, that her neighbors might think she kept a cat. What a miser she was! Here rests a young lady, of a good family, who would always make her voice heard in society, and when she sang Mi manca la voce,* it was the only true thing she ever said in her life. * I want a voice, or, I have no voice. Here lies a maiden of another description. She was engaged to be married, but, her story is one of every day life。 we will leave her to rest in the grave. Here rests a widow, who, w ith music in her tongue, carried gall in her heart. She used to go round among the families near, a nd search out their faults, upon which she preyed with all the envy and malice of her nature. This is a family grave. The members of this family held so firmly together in their opinions, that they would believe in no other. If the newspapers, or even the whole world, said of a certain subject, It is soandso。 and a little schoolboy declared he had learned quite differently, they would ta ke his assertion as the only true one, because he belonged to the family. And it is well know n that if the yardcock belonging to this family happened to crow at midnight, they would declare it was morning, although the watchman and all the clocks in the town were proclaiming the hour of twelve at night
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