How does Huawei wake up Xiaoyi through voice?

Open the phone settings, find the smart assistant, click the smart voice, select voice wake-up, right-click to open the function, click the wake-up word to complete the wake-up word setting, or click the power button to wake up and open the right button; Recite a small art or press the power button for one second to use the smart assistant function.

Because I really care about each other, I am inadvertently selfish. Because I am afraid of losing each other, I will cherish it after forgiving. The true love is not that we don't quarrel, but that we are still together after quarreling. It's not that we don't feel heartache, but that we learned how to get along and depend on each other after heartache. Our hearts are only beautiful for a while, and once we understand it, we will never give up. We will wander around, watching withered stems and leaves, wandering in the wind. I gathered a pool of elegance and Zen, and the quiet, gentle and poetic atmosphere pervaded me. Appreciating this beautiful and graceful artistic conception is like seeing the blue characters of lotus flowers falling on soft and white plain paper, thinking and thinking, and having a unique flavor.

Appreciate the rime pine fluttering in the wind along the Tsing Yi River, just like a white-haired witch, flying in the breeze, looking at the snow bowl in the west, praying for good weather in the coming year, overlooking the snowy plateau and Mount Everest, with unlimited scenery. The Yarlung Zangbo River turns the sincerity of spring, summer and autumn into the best wishes, and flows to the north and south of the motherland, holding the snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains and picking it one after another. Pick a shy red maple and give it to a sonorous chrysanthemum in Ao Shuang. May winter be warm, happy, happy and sweet, and all the best, bathed in bright sunshine. May the cause flourish, hand in hand on the waterfront, brewing ancient poems, standing in the smoke of residual leaves, holding hands and looking at each other, facing the sunshine in the flowers of the years, with different kinds of reds and unique flowers.

Autumn is deep, the withered flowers have faded their red makeup, the autumn water is silent and lonely, the ink stains a pool of ghosting, and the strings are cool. Yesterday's stunning city was placed in silence, and a lost fragrance precipitated glitz, temporarily hiding the silent seeds in the moss under the waves. When the ice and snow melt and meet again, on a pool of clear water, the white lotus blooms and then opens the pavilion. I saw her in the breeze, and her residual capacity was condensed. She lived for three minutes. With the fragrance of healing, the dream of rebirth will burst out quietly. Past lives is close to a pool of broken dreams. How many beautiful ink marks will fall, and the wind will blow her dry incense.