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簡述保溫瓶自動噴塗流水線在表面預處理環節的注意事項

表面預處理環節能否得到可觀的運用，這個問題在許多售後維護行業中則是重要的，因爲這是有效提升每款儀器順利運用的重要因素，所以在許多應用領域中應多方面運用到了保溫瓶自動噴塗流水線，由于该款设备在表面预处理性能以及外观装饰过程中的可观表现，故而也就得到了许多仪器制作商的统一青睬。保溫瓶自動噴塗流水線在外观装饰环节中起到的作用，这个方面则是十分可观的，不仅可以优先提升外观的独特表现，保溫瓶自動噴塗流水線在未来运用上的可观展现。

在靜電噴塗時，噴槍頭部和零件之間形成一個高壓靜電場。靜電噴槍的頭部帶銳邊，或帶極針，此處的電荷密度很大。當施加在噴槍頭部的靜電壓升高到麽定程度時，噴槍頭部銳邊和極針與零件之間所形成的電場進一步加強，使噴槍頭部銳邊和極針的電子逸出，並飛向琴件。由于電場強度大，逸出的電子動能很大，當它以高速撞擊空氣分子時，使空氣分子電離，與此同時放出電子來，這些電子被電場加速，再去撞由其它空氣分子、使其電離，這樣就發生了連鎖式電離反應，直至噴槍頭部附近的空氣被擊穿，形成空氣電離區，産生自激放電。伴隨著自激放電的同時，空氣激烈地離子化和發熱.使噴槍頭部銳邊或極針部形成一個暗紅色的暈鷹，'在黑暗中很容易看到，這種現象稱電暈放電。

保溫瓶自動噴塗流水線的关键在表面样式处理环节，这些均是自动塗裝設備独特的作业展现，如此一来也有效推进了外观装饰系统的良好展现性，所以在现有的外观装饰领域中，其自动塗裝設備则得到了可观的热用。

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