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簡述“紐扣自動噴漆機”生産結束後設備如何清理？

想讓紐扣自動噴漆機使用寿命延长或者给公司的産品带来一定的稳定性等，那一定离不开对设备的保养，对于长时间工作的自动喷漆机来说，在它工作结束后我们应该如何对设备进行清理呢？

1.上料泵及供油管清理。設備停機後首先應該把上料泵、供油管、以及噴槍內的油漆泵出回收，並用上料泵泵入油漆清洗劑（稀料）從噴槍噴出，直到噴出幹淨清洗劑，完成上料泵與管路的清理。特別提示：每次停機必須清洗！否則會造成上料泵、供油管、以及噴槍內的油漆凝固，不能正常生産，甚至會造成供料系統及噴槍的損壞！！！

2.紐扣自動噴漆機噴槍的清理。因爲噴槍是精密的關鍵部件，需要特別清理。所以在清洗上料泵及油漆管路時雖然已經對噴槍內體進行了清洗，還需卸下噴槍槍帽，用專用毛刷蘸清洗劑刷洗幹淨，然後把槍體表面擦拭幹淨（建議使用噴槍保護套）。注意每次停機必須清洗！否則會造成噴槍堵塞或霧化不勻，甚至會造成噴槍損壞！！！（親，噴槍可是很貴的吆）

3.檢測光柵的清理。檢查檢測光柵有無異物附著，如有異物，應該及時擦拭（注意不能使用溶劑擦拭）。否則會造成檢測錯誤。

4.輸送皮帶兩側油漆導流板的清理。該導流板具有遮擋漆霧及回收油漆的作用，因此需要做到表面光潔以利于油漆回收。清理時，首先鏟除附著到導流板上的固態油漆，再用抹布蘸清洗劑擦拭。否則不光影響油漆的回收，甚至會使油漆滲流至皮帶背面，造成皮帶的提前損壞！

5.紐扣自動噴漆機內壁、往複槍臂的清理。應先清除附著在內壁、往複槍臂的漆霧殘渣，再用抹布蘸清洗劑擦拭幹淨。否則除影響美觀外，關鍵是容易造成漆霧殘渣的脫落，影響噴塗效果（建議合理調整排壓風配比及噴槍系統，可減少漆霧殘渣的産生）。

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