<p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">2025年11月11日，星期二</p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">陰天，25/18度，風(fēng)力3級</p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">凌晨拂曉之際(5:30左右)，被嗚鳴聲驚醒，巨響。迷糊之際，疑為颶風(fēng)，又以為防空警報，時急時緩，時大時小，如戰(zhàn)機壓境，似地動山搖。倉惶翻身下床，跌絆奪門而出。細(xì)聽，則戛然而止，原為誰家豆?jié){機作業(yè)。雖有驚無險，然睡意全無。嗚呼哀哉，可晚點啟動否？</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;">Around dawn (about 5:30 a.m.), I was jolted awake by a loud, wailing noise. Dazed and half-asleep, I first mistook it for a hurricane, then an air-raid siren—fluctuating between loud and soft, urgent and slow, like fighter jets pressing down and making the earth tremble violently. I scrambled out of bed in panic, stumbled over my feet, and rushed out of the door. But just as I listened closely, it abruptly fell silent. It turned out to be someone’s soybean milk maker in operation! Though it was a false alarm, all my sleep was gone. Alas, could they start it a little later?</span></p>