First html, First Path
Today, I watched the html video. It was very short, but I felt a lot of gains. This video has solved many of my questions in the cool video. So I was very excited after reading it. Although the video is just an entry level, but at last, I felt a little friendly about the "<>" code in bs.
After reading this, I made a demo myself. If you are interested, you can stick it down. If you are not interested, you can stick the href to read the novel...
<Html>
Well, before formatting, I used a browser to read this novel:
But after the layout:
Lower half:
It feels good!
After finishing this page, I thought about the problem of why CSS was used in the past. I am so sorry that the template is good ~~~!
How to compile a large image with several small images with links on it in HTML?
Map labels can be used.
Display address
Www.w3school.com.cn/tiy/t.asp? F = html_areamap
Describe the first recognized Poems
Lin Yin Road,
The pouring of Ye Er "Sha-Sha"
Sunset.
Next to the stone bench,
Colorful wild flowers
I met
A girl like Lily.
White dress,
Beautiful long hair,
As the breeze flutters.
Bright Eyes,
Brilliant smile,
Like Lily
Silent bloom
Revealing fragrance.
Staring,
I am ashamed of my face.
Your smile
For example, spring breeze in March
Ripple my window.
Shine on my long closed heart.
Tomorrow,
You and I are about to rush to the test room,
Ride the storm
Brilliant Writing.
But this is different,
A sea of people,
Every day.
Will you think of me,
Have you forgotten me.
Look up at the sky,
I think,
I won't forget --
A girl like Lily.
Is everything good in other places?
In a dream,
I met
Girl like Lily
......
Not only 2 Original poems ~~ Hey ~~
Jia renyong
There are 19 women next to her, Dan lips and teeth.
The three-foot blue silk show is like water.
When the trail first met, the eyes stared at the Red Clouds.
Smile, step-by-step slim hidden flowers.
The butterfly dance is filled with beads, and the soul flies away from the shadows.
Liu Xia ran long sigh, and suddenly heard the wind chimes.
Brocade curtain embroidery account Bo Dang, peach face shame dew half micro cover.
The clock stops leaking, but the heart jumps.
Full of passion to talk, the mountains and the sea are separated.
It's hard to dream about night from today's Eve.