<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;">阴天，25/18度，风力3级</p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">凌晨拂晓之际(5:30左右)，被呜鸣声惊醒，巨响。迷糊之际，疑为飓风，又以为防空警报，时急时缓，时大时小，如战机压境，似地动山摇。仓惶翻身下床，跌绊夺门而出。细听，则戛然而止，原为谁家豆浆机作业。虽有惊无险，然睡意全无。呜呼哀哉，可晚点启动否？</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><p class="ql-block"><br></p>