hair-trigger

触发器,扳机,触发式,诱发剂

Definitions

n.名词 noun

1
- : a trigger that allows the firing mechanism of a firearm to be operated by very slight pressure.

as ininstantaneous

Synonyms

Cassandra, whose hair has already begun to fall out from her court-mandated chemotherapy, could face a similar outcome.
But his fingers moved through her silky strands of hair, and then down her neck.
One report has the AirAsia Airbus flying at a speed very close to what would trigger a low speed stall.
She used electrolysis to banish the prickly hair from her delicate face.
They dye their hair and alter their clothes, but not enough to attract attention from authorities.
I pictured him as slim and young looking, smooth-faced, with golden curly hair, and big brown eyes.
He was tall and of familiar figure, and the firelight was playing in the tossed curls of his short, fair hair.
His hair was darker—almost brown save at the temples, where age had faded it to an ashen colour.
He frowned, and bent his head, and his long hair fell over his face, while the poor Stuttgardter sat there like a beaten hound.
He stood before the glass hung above the wash bench and 369 smoothed his hair.

触发器,扳机,触发式,诱发剂

n.名词 noun

1
- : a trigger that allows the firing mechanism of a firearm to be operated by very slight pressure.

as ininstantaneous

Synonyms

Cassandra, whose hair has already begun to fall out from her court-mandated chemotherapy, could face a similar outcome.
But his fingers moved through her silky strands of hair, and then down her neck.
One report has the AirAsia Airbus flying at a speed very close to what would trigger a low speed stall.
She used electrolysis to banish the prickly hair from her delicate face.
They dye their hair and alter their clothes, but not enough to attract attention from authorities.
I pictured him as slim and young looking, smooth-faced, with golden curly hair, and big brown eyes.
He was tall and of familiar figure, and the firelight was playing in the tossed curls of his short, fair hair.
His hair was darker—almost brown save at the temples, where age had faded it to an ashen colour.
He frowned, and bent his head, and his long hair fell over his face, while the poor Stuttgardter sat there like a beaten hound.
He stood before the glass hung above the wash bench and 369 smoothed his hair.