Yuan1z0825 / nature-skills↗

发现个科研绘图神器！ nature-skills，用 matplotlib 就能画出 Nature 级别的图。多面板布局、配色、字体、排版都给你整得明明白白，直接输出可编辑的 SVG。 内置了 5 套 Nature 风格的示例模板，支持柱状图、折线图、热图、散点图、雷达图等 10 种图表类型。再也不用画完图再丢 AI 里重绘了。 搞科研写论文的，这个能省不少事儿，画出来的图直接能投稿。 项目地址放评论区了👇

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Agafia Lykova survived in total isolation 😨 No neighbors, no modern tools—just sheer grit, nature skills, and pure stubbornness. Absolute legend!

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🐍 nature-skills ⭐ 110 stars **"Maîtrise les compétences clés pour la recherche en biologie avec l'IA !"** 🧬 #GitHub

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@elonmusk i wanted to apply this concept in oceans.. I have special story in related to this writing.. if you want to experince mountain, we have to give up and lay down ~ so i was going to run small society of love and pod training leaders with gospel and data.. if they want to join, they have to give up ~ My whole one year was about this story with one university student... it was so beautiful I read your biography with audio book. you created something like this in university. Last year, when we prayed with sisters, GOD talked to me about running cruise to train leaders with pure data and gospel to change the world... Downloading all kinds of Mars or Moon vision including language, flag, song, culture of all institution.. They can apply these to their own society.. My module will download everything Mountain Time A week into my venture and I’m finding that it will be more difficult to reach the mountains than I had first expected. In my naive little mind, I pictured getting off the plane and boom! In the mountains, surrounded by beauty and light. This has not been my experience. It turns out that most planes land at airports. At first I had to acquaint myself with the new surroundings, busy and unfamiliar. I walked past rows and rows of restaurants, candy shops, and gift stores, all of them wanting the money that I’ve saved for my sustainance this month. Hungry, I needed to be frugal, and quickly searched for a grocery store. I stepped outside of the airport and was greeted by a wave of thirsty heat, drying me up in an instant. My skin is much more sensitive now, I wish I’d brought some lotion. What a busy place it was! Cars honked by, billboards crowded my view, and people streamed from every opening of this city, all on digital devices. I reached for my own phone but ran into the bottom of my pocket, instead. “Oh yeah,” I thought, “I forgot.” Without the comfort of instant communication, I realized that I would need to be brave and find directions elsewhere, in this foreign place. I found a friendly looking old woman leaning against the airport who was wearing a simple tunic and beads in her hair. I complimented her hair and she gave detailed directions to the nearest grocery store. Standing in the checkout line, looking at the load of supplies I would be carrying on my back, a realization came, “I should have prepared more.” No physical training. No nature skills. No lotion. What was I thinking? As I talked with the cashier about the unprepared road ahead of me, he told me that he came across mountaineers like me regularly and gave me the address of a mountain-training center. He warned, “their methods are unusual, but they know the mountains well.” I didn’t realize it, but it is a journey to even reach the mountains. I walked what seemed like many miles, past the busy intersections, and even past the suburbs. The address given to me brought me to a little house with a little floppy sign stuck in their little yard that read “Mountaineers Welcome.” In A strange place, I was hesitant to walk the 20 feet from the sidewalk, past the overflowing lawn, to knock on the custom-carved wooden door. But what other option did I have? I had already ran out of water from walking to this house and I needed help. There were bunnies on the door and that made me feel better. Trusting the bunnies, I shakily raised my hand to give a good, confident, mountain climber’s knock. Closing my eyes and thrusting my fist forward, I hit something soft, with an “Ouch!” attached. I opened my eyes. The door was open and an older man with warm eyes and weathered skin stood before me. Seeing my embarrassed expression, he welcomed me with a smile and said, “We’ve been expecting you.” As I walked in, a delicious smell almost knocked me down. His wife had just pulled a fresh loaf of bread out of the oven. She has eyes just as kind as her husband’s, with skin that glows from inside. Apparently, the cashier called the house, letting them know that I was on my way. And here I am. Last night, I slept in their guest room, which to my delight is covered in bunnies. I awoke this morning to fresh apple juice, blackberries picked from the mountains (which they’ve told me are only 10 miles more), and a plump cinnamon roll. Mmmmm. Today, they want to get to know me and to know why I’ve come to the mountains. They’re excited to share what they know and I’m excited to hear! I don’t know how long I’ll stay with this family before heading out again. Hopefully only a day or so longer. I’m excited to finally get to the mountains, but also afraid. I suppose the unfamiliar is daunting until it is entered. From how much this family loves the mountains, it would seem that I have nothing to fear. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yesterday, I woke up mid-morning, to sounds from the kitchen tickling my ears. “I don’t want to miss a thing,” I thought, knowing that my sweet time here would be short. I threw off my quilted covers and skipped out of bed. It turns out that Rose, maker of before-mentioned bread, was also a maker of pies! And I got to help. The way that her hands rolled over the dough was magical. My hands were less mysterious, and my pies? Deliciously lumpy. She told me they were perfect. At noon, we sat down to lunch. We had spinach, honey, and goat cheese sandwiches, everything fresh, with a side of freshly picked berries and a cup of their goat, Peggy’s, milk. We talked about so many things for so long. They told me about how they had built this cabin together, with Charlie doing the easy job of cutting logs while Rose had the hard job of making the lemon-aid as fast as her husband could drink it. They told me of the 18 children that they’d adopted from the neighborhood, all of them grown up now. They showed me pictures of their barn wedding, with love on his face and wild flowers in her hair. I told them about my family and friends, about my tomboy years, about how I don’t like to wear shoes that make loud clicking noises as I walk, about secretly desiring to be a ballerina, about wanting a place to call home. We talked until the sun was heavy, the warm glow on our faces matching the warm sharing of our hearts. As we watched the brilliant sky from the back patio, we sipped on hot apple cider that puckered our mouths. The smell of pine and earth, the rustle of the trees and wind dancing, mama birds returning to their nests to sing lullaby’s. Silent and beautiful. “Honey, why have you come to the mountains?” Rose chimed. “That’s odd…” I thought. When I had boarded the plane to come here, my purpose seemed to me like a lovely German chocolate cake on a pedestal, begging to be devoured. “I want solitude,” I remember telling a friend, “to get some fresh air, to take in wondrous beauty, for adventure!” But now? The journey I’d taken from that shiny plane to this moment in time had already begun to change me. I felt quieter, less bloated, true. After an hour of awkwardly stumbling my way through why I had come, I ended with a graceful, “I’m desperate.” My explanation seemed to suit them very well. The sun had gone down by now and its absence chilled my chapped skin. “Could we go inside?” I asked. Charlie wrapped a blanket around my shoulders as we walked in. My excitement grew as I realized that it was time for them to talk. They seemed so wise. They lit the fireplace and candles everywhere. I love the smell of burning wood. “So, tell me about the mountains…” I sang, enchantment ringing in my voice. But Rose’s response sobered my flying heart, “There is a cost to know,” she said soothingly, “It will cost you everything.” I chuckled, thinking maybe she was joking, “What do you mean, it will cost me everything?” “If you want training for the mountains, our price is everything that you currently have with you, everything that you currently possess,” answered Charlie. I was confused, “You mean my food? My tent? My maps? My blanket?” “And your water bottle and money,” Charlie added, “You will keep the clothes you’re wearing, but everything else that you’ve brought with you will be ours. This is the price.” My trust in them was quickly failing. I stood up. “But, how would I survive?” I demanded. Was this some kind of sick con-town? Everyone in cahoots with each other? Friendly faces that drew visitors in only to strip them of everything for a few camping supplies and vacation money? Charlie and Rose looked at each other, a deep, sad look, knowing that I hadn’t even begun to understand. “Please, honey, have a seat,” Rose said, putting some bread and a fresh glass of apple cider on the table in front of me. Her voice alone renewed my trust in her and I slowly sat back down. But I suddenly felt the urge to cry. They sat together on the couch in front of me. There was thick silence. They were looking at each other, communicating something deep with their eyes. It felt like they were about to announce a death and were deciding if I could handle the news. After a few minutes of this, they finally nodded, looked at me and smiled. I can’t really describe what I saw in this moment. Maybe it was the reflection of the logs burning, but I saw the safest and most terrifying fire blazing in their eyes. They were telling me something without words. My eyes were transfixed on theirs. My heart was burning! Had I eaten too much of something? I couldn’t look away… Finally, Rose spoke. “The mountains have everything you need.” This is not what I had researched. All of my findings prodded me to buy things that would protect me from the mountains and safeguard me from disaster. I’d been warned about the cold nights, the craze of dehydration, the sharp rocks and branches that pierce the skin… “But, water?” “There are streams.” “Food?” “Berries, nuts, and leaves.” “And shelter?” “The trees.” “And first aid?” “Honey, the mountains have everything you need.” They could see my worry. Charlie explained a little further, “Anything that you would bring with you would only weigh you down. Sure, you could slowly carry that heavy load with you up steep slopes and maybe through narrow passageways, but you may never reach the top. You will be best without it. Understand that you were made for the mountains and they were made for you. We want you to experience the mountains, not to formulate your own experience there.” Rose continued, “If you brought anything with you, your dependency on those things would remain. Even the awareness of things brought with you tethers you, physically and mentally, to those possessions, leaving you unchanged. Remember, you’re desperate. You will use what the mountains already have waiting for you. We are willing to train you, but starting tonight, this is the price, in full.” I sat there. I looked into their eyes. Something in me understood. I think. I could still feel the fire in my heart. After a few minutes, I said, “I understand the price. Please train me.” Charlie said, “Place all of your belongings in the fire tonight. We start tomorrow, 6am.” Time seemed suspended. It was waiting for me. I sat before the fire and watched all that I had brought with me crackle in the flames. Rose kissed me on the forehead, “Goodnight, dear.”

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