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加热

jiā rè

2-character word Traditional 加熱

What 加热 means

1. to heat

The characters in 加热

• 加jiāto add; (math) plus; to increase; to augment
• 热rèto warm up; to heat up; hot (of weather)

Example sentences

• 如果你加热冰它就会融化。
  Rúguǒ nǐ jiārè bīng tā jiù huì rónghuà.
  If you heat ice, it melts.
• 当水被加热时，水汽蒸发。
  Dāng shuǐ bèi jiārè shí, shuǐqì zhēngfā.
  Water evaporates when it is heated.
• 加热器发出美丽的橙色光芒。
  The heater is aglow with a beautiful orange color.
• 把水加热不改变它的化学成分。
  Bǎ shuǐ jiārè bù gǎibiàn tā de huàxuéchéngfèn.
  Heating water does not change its chemical composition.
• 用本生灯加热钾，火焰就会呈现淡紫色。
  Potassium, heated with a Bunsen burner, gives the flame a lilac color.
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