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PTW-600-07 风速传感器（合金）

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PTW-600-07風速傳感器（合金）是我公司自主研發、生産的一款風速測量儀器，傳感器殼體采用金屬材料，具有良好的防腐、防侵蝕等特點，能夠保證傳感器長期使用無鏽蝕現象，同時配合內部順滑的軸承系統，確保了信息采集的准確性。內部集成光電轉換機構、工業微電腦處理器、標准電流發生器、電流驅動器等。

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本傳感器體積小巧化設計，測量精度高、響應速度快，互換性好、真正實現低成本、低價格、高性能、法蘭安裝方式，可以實現下出線，側出線，簡單方便、數據傳輸效率高，性能可靠，確保正常工作、電源適應範圍寬，數據信息線性度好，信號傳輸距離長、數據可靠。

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風速傳感器的應用是非常廣泛的，根據現場實際需求選擇不同信號輸出的風速傳感器。風速傳感器可以廣泛應用于溫室，環保，氣象、養殖、高空設備等行業。

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測量範圍	0～30m/s；0～50m/s；0～60m/s；（其他量程也可定做）
啓動風速	≤0.3m/s
准确度	±（0.3＋0.03V）m/s
輸出信號	A：电压信号（0～2V，0～5V，0～10V三者选一）B：4～20mA? C：脉冲信号 D：RS485
供電方式	5～24V DC（当輸出信號为0～2V，脉冲信号，RS485时）
穩定時間	＜1秒响应时间：＜1秒
工作溫度	－30℃～70℃ 工作湿度：≤100%RH
储存溫度	－30℃～70℃ 储存湿度： ≤100%RH
防護等級	IP65?

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A whole composed of parts and divisible ad infinitum must be either infinitely great or infinitely little; infinitely great if its parts have magnitude, infinitely little if they have not. A moving body can never come to the end of a given line, for it must first traverse half the line, then half the remainder, and so on for ever. Aristotle thought that the difficulty about motion could be solved by taking the infinite divisibility of time into account; and Coleridge, according to his custom, repeated the explanation without acknowledgment. But Zeno would have refused to admit that any infinite series could come to an end, whether it was composed of successive or of co-existent parts. So long as the abstractions of our understanding are treated as separate entities, these and similar puzzles will continue to exercise the ingenuity of metaphysicians. 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It may be objected that Zeno, so far from obeying this tendency, followed a diametrically opposite principle, that of absolutely unbroken continuity. True; but the ‘Eleatic Palamedes’ fought his adversaries with a weapon wrested out of their own hands; rejecting analysis as a law of real existence, he continued to employ it as a logical artifice with greater subtlety than had ever yet been displayed in pure speculation.18 VI. VII. “Where’s the sack of sand?” "Si Klegg, go off and mind your own business, and let me attend to mine," yelled Shorty, struggling to free himself from his partner's iron grasp. "Am I goin' to be run over by every pin-feather snipe from West Point? I'll break him in two." Norma shook her head at the reflection. "I'm sorry." "Burn him down!—Burn him down!—the hemmed murderer!" He was just going to turn back into the room, his limbs aching pleasantly for the sheets, when he noticed a faint glow in the sky to southward. 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He stooped and passed through, and ascended a long, winding flight of steps, till a door impeded his progress; he opened it, and stood in a closet hung round with dresses and mantles, and displaying all the graceful trifles of a lady's wardrobe. There was a door opposite the one at which he had entered, which led into the baroness's chamber, where there were lighted candles, and a blazing fire on the hearth. The floor was thickly strewn with rushes, and he could just perceive the high back of a chair, with the arms of the family wrought in the centre; he paused and listened; he heard the faint cry of a babe, and discovered, by the language of the nurse, that she was feeding it; then there was the hush-a-by, and the rocking motion of the attendant. 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