Python automates Markdown unordered lists

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Application scenarios

If we are editing a document in Markdown format and need to display a large list, but currently only have each line of text, we need to add an “*” to the front of each line so that the document in Markdown can form an unordered list. Here is a quick way to use CTRL + C, CTRL + V.

Unordered list Markdown syntax

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Effect:

• Ha ha
• Ha ha

For example, zhu Ziqing’s 246 lines of the long poem “Destruction” need to be displayed in the form of an unordered list. If we need to manually add “*” before each line, how tiring it is. We need to automate it

steps

1. Select line 246 and right – click copy
2. Run this program
3. Right click paste where you want to insert it, Bingo

How do we do this when we look at Python’s Pyperclip module

The PyPerClip module is not a built-in module and needs to be installed by itself:

pip3 install pyperclip
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1. Pyperclip.paste () : Gets the copied content from the computer clipboard
2. Pyperclip. copy(text) : Put the content of a text onto the computer clipboard. The pasted data becomes the content of the text

So, let’s automate it by adding a * to each line.

#! /usr/bin/env python3
# coding=utf-8
__author__ = "RidingRoad"

import pyperclip

def main() :
    Before running, select the data to form an unordered list and right click copy. After running, right click paste to generate a Mark Down unordered list.
    Get the clipboard data
    text = pyperclip.paste()
    # Split long strings into a list according to "\n"
    text_split = text.split('\n')
    Add "* "(* and a space) before each line
    for i in range(len(text_split)):
        text_split[i] = "*" + text_split[i]
    # merger
    text = "\n".join(text_split)
    # Put the processed data back to the clipboard
    pyperclip.copy(text)


if __name__ == "__main__":
    main()
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After running clipboard contents:

* wandering halfway, * dejected, * it's me, it's me! * Five light bar, * ten color bar, * listed in close between: * this good-looking ah! * That sounds good! * smell is thick incense, * taste is greasy taste; What the hand touches, what the body depends on, is slippery and soft! * Decadent! * How can this cheap? -- * being pushed, * being held in arms, * long only in the bending, * ever do a minute and a half son Lord? * in the dream, * in the sick; * All that's missing is waking up! * I am in the clouds, * floating in the sky wind, * I am in the abyss, * The torrent of volts; * only in the green, green soil, * never printed with shallow, indistinct, my footprints! * I emigrate, * I emigrate; * tiptoes tread, * but not on her own land! * Old in the dust, * decayed in the dust, * the last lazy corporeal body, * heaps of black shadows! * The beginning of disillusionment, * I try to think: * "Dear, though he, * my hometown -- my hometown! * go back! Go back!" * Though there is a vast pale moon, * cage of the quiet lake, * mist dewy, * mist dewy; * Imitation Buddha Buddha mountains, * are arranged to sleep. * The fireflies, unable to find their way through the fog, only fluttered about. * Who puts lotus lanterns? "Ha ha ha ha ~ ~ ~" * * "frighten frighten ~ ~ ~" with a low sound, * near the frog also then sounded the. * is rocked, * is led, * said to have fallen asleep in the "sister's arms"; * Really, who can go without floating? * But the moon is really lonely, * the fireflies are not close to me, * laughter is obviously theirs. Only the sound of the flute, which has caused melancholy; The sound of the organ is only the sound of the organ. * Swinging is yours, * teasing is yours, * they go their separate ways, * who cares about you? * do not make friends, * chanchanmianmian some what! * Lonely, * cold, * tasteless, tasteless! * Turn around and go your own way. * go back! Go back! Although the snow-like dress is now fluttering away, it looks like the white paper ashes burned during the Qingming Festival. * That live like a river like flow of eyes, * too much implied meaning, contain more than a few words, * also dried up, * dry like a desert under the sun. * dark hair, * became a shaggy autumn grass; The face that had been blown to pieces was only brown and waxy. State flower general smile is not a trace son, * beads general singing voice is not through a trace son! * Eyes are light, * always only light. * Forget about it. * What else to skim! * go back! Go back! Though we have friends like clouds, * boasting and comforting each other, * talking and laughing, * wasting away hours; * and drink the heroic, * wandering close, * not like luxuriant flowers, the most hot flames! Who can forget him that was so spoken in many mouths and known in many hearts? * But a hand away, * things are different: * turn over is the cloud, * over is the rain, * don't face, * turn around, * can't recognize you! -- * It was just a whim, * who really cares about you? * Then there are some faint names -- * In the wilderness, * you are left alone, * surrounded by air, * surrounded by air! * Feel your way back; There may be brothers and sisters who look forward to you. * go back! Go back! * Though there is a subtle mystery, * like smallpox falling; And in front of my eyes, there's a light vision -- and it takes me down, down, down, up to thirty-three days. I was in a cloud of colors, and the gray world was at my feet -- smaller, smaller, farther away, almost out of my mind. * but lower GangFeng * always thus backspin, * blow people my filar silk muscle! If I were to fall, I would be like a balloon, trampled on by people, with only a sound of sound! Will the contagious contagious disease, like a three-pointed and two-bladed knife, clew into my flesh? * I shall be dismembered in clouds of five colors; * even a burst of smoke, * curl to scattered. * I shivered, * "read the heaven and earth long"... * go back! Go back! * A hungry stomach, * cramped hands, * shaggy hair, * recessed eyes, * soft feet, * especially a weak heart, * all lead me down, * to the bottom of my heart, * teach me to smoke, * teach me to drink, * teach me to look at women. * But I am in fan infatuation love, * although mixed how many moments, * just do not give in is my present, * he does not allow you to ignore him! I finally can not support the infatuation of people, * only feel the body decay, * mind wandering, * then in the middle of infatuation, * also grow secretly! * Really not human kind of me * so gently quick rot it? * don't! No! * While you are not crippled, * still use the only strength you have! * go back! Go back! * though death seemed like a white girl, * in front of me, carrying a lantern * and alex, like black * holding a hammer force behind me - * will come in I worry the prodigal fierce miserably, * and hatred between the year of the same flesh and blood, * (with blood eye each other up and take notice), * in my for two shoulder the burden of life, * when I can't breathe, * when I see my harvest * empty like clouds and smoke in the distance; * When, facing the dark, fluffy and white future, I * do not know what path to take, * but wander about in the disputes of understanding, * Then she and he appear, * like something, * like nothing -- * with such an elusive look, * enough for me to look forward to. * Go, go, * to her, his arms. * Well, she looked at me and waved, * he looked at me and nodded. ... * But, but, * She and he were strangers, * I was a little uneasy; * Their hands are floating in the air, * too thin, * too hard to grasp, * how can I reach them? The land of death is a foreign land. Know what land it is! Only in the origin of life, * I am familiar; * My hometown is in my memory, * blurred, * but its outline is familiar to me -- * Alas! Doesn't my hometown greet me with open arms? * Melons and fruits are ripe and tasty; * Places and friends are familiar; * Little girl, * Lex in black, * I'd rather go home, * I'd rather go home; * go back! Go back! * Return of my struggle, * smoke and see their own land! * There is no image left, no light left; * get rid of entanglement, * reduction of an ordinary me! * from now on I no longer looked up at the sky, * no longer looked down at the white water, * only cautious of my footsteps in both; * I want to step step by step on the soil, * hit deep footprints! * Though these marks are very small, * and will be extinguished, * though this slow step * is not called an endless journey, * But now * I, ordinary and insignificant, * only see a clear step, * I am very happy -- * those far away * can no longer, And I don't want to. * Don't delay, * go! Go! Go!Copy the code

Effect of Markdown

• Wandering about halfway,
• Crestfallen,
• It’s me! It’s me!
• Five more light,
• Ten colors,
• The list is close at hand:
• This beautiful ah!
• That’s nice!
• The smell is thick,
• Taste is greasy taste;
• What my hand touches,
• Where the body is,
• It’s all slippery,
• It’s all fluffy!

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Okay, so here we are, we’ve automated it