暖冬cool夏
這裏一年四季溫暖如春，沒有酷暑沒有嚴寒......
五月迎來了一位朋友的女兒來家附近的公司做intern。5/15晚，做了一桌子菜，在家招待四位大學生（她帶了三個朋友開著租來的車）。因為是周四要上班，得提前準備了一些菜，最後再用烤箱一起加工/加熱。做了一盤三文魚，一盤鹵牛肉，一盤羊排（Costco的一包羊排，8塊，一人兩塊），一大碗梅幹菜扣肉，一盤粉絲蒸蝦（10個蝦），涼拌了一點黃瓜和萵筍，炒了點青菜和broccoli, 買了現成做好的鹵鳳爪和裏脊肉，還有長條蒜蓉麵包，外加綠豆湯和飲料。在隨後的幾天裏又幫她安頓下來。忙乎了一陣。
因為她沒有駕照，我們把車庫裏的一輛自行車借給她用，不料發現輪胎漏氣。隨後去買來修補的工具和粘貼。記得是個周日，我端來一盆水，兩人蹲下來盯著查看漏氣的地方。輪胎轉了好幾圈，最後是我發現了漏氣孔-- 等了很久，才見一個不易察覺的小泡慢悠悠地鑽出來。
某人感慨啊 -- 三十年前，一個人每天騎車上班，蹬上高高的立交橋，穿越灰蒙蒙的城市，單程一小時，風裏來雨裏去。經過某座高架橋後，常常發現輪胎癟了，而橋下就坐著修車的。。。後來他學會了自己補胎。
故此寫了一篇英文，好久不寫，筆硬得不行。花了一個周末寫了改，改了寫。剛剛想post前，想起Chatgpt, 就上去讓它幫著edit。結果人家幾秒鍾之內就改好了，改得又快又好，不服不行：）心卻是哇涼哇涼的：））
人類有它，幸哉，至少我有個免費的老師，免費的專家級幫手（還不需要求女兒看：））！悲哉，我還學什麽英語，寫什麽文章啊：）
見下，保存在此：
My original one:
Back in the mid-1990s, when China’s economy took off in the south and leapfrogged under Deng’s open policy, Em followed her future husband, then boyfriend and landed a job there. Moving from the southeast part of China to further south, about one thousand kilometers away, however felt like entering a new world. People there spoke a different dialect which was Greek to Em. The weather there was humid and sultry. In spring, a sweater handwashed could go sour in days and never dry up. Above all, local residents were much driven by money. From the peddler on the street to the professor on campus, everyone was as busy as bees, vying for beelines, if any, to become rich. Though Em worked on campus walled from the outside world, she felt not insulated but swept by the surging tide, willy-nilly, in a front city called Canton.
Like most newcomers, Em was poor at the time. She shared a room with a married colleague, who never showed up but still occupied her other half room with unattended dusted furniture. The room was on the first floor, dilapidated and dark, with her own half bare and unfurnished. She remembered her first night on a hurriedly bought twin-sized bed, an iron-framed placed with a piece of plank on the top.
Em’s boyfriend worked for an institute located on the other end of the city, an hour’s bike ride away beyond the city’s public transportation. As they got married later, the transportation problem loomed larger. Without a car or a motorcycle, their only affordable transportation facility was a second-hand bike. Not that they could not afford a new one, but that anything new would be easily targeted by thieves and got stolen.
Daily two hours’ commute was daunting. He had to pedaled up and down steep bridges, meandering through bustling streets that were thronged with buses, motorcycles, taxis and bikes. Most city roads were paved, but the way leading to his institute was bumpy gravel. At first, he complained about hazy air, dusty wind or rain. Then adding to the list was the bike tire. For a time, tires got flat almost every day. The fact that it always occurred right after he got off the long bridge made him wonder if there were maliciously scattered nails by the bike repairers who waited under the bridge. He was so enraged that he refused to let them make money out of him but learnt to mend the tire himself at home.
A year later, he got a chance to work in the states. He bid farewell to the family, the city and his old creaking bike. In the decades that followed, he owned one car after another, old and new. Riding a bike is a bygone memory, though they also own two bikes, for the daughter, idled in the garage collecting dust.
Come this May. A girl without a driver’s license came to their city for an internship. They offered her a bike but later found it to be gas leaking. The old days of his mending it sprang to his mind. He went to a store, bought a tool kit with sticker patches and rolled up his sleeves in the garage. The bike was placed upside down, the soft inner tire being pulled out of the hard one into a basin of water. Bit by bit, they tested it to see if there was a bubble, until a minuscule one finally formed and bulged out.
The afternoon sun slanted into the open garage, basking a quarter of the place in the sun, next to which sat Em and her husband bending over a flat bike tire. The muscle memory awakened, as well as the deep memory as he rotated the tire. A moment like this only reminded them of the good old days in their twenties in a faraway city in China.
Edited by ChatGPT:
Back in the mid-1990s, when China’s economy began to soar in the south under Deng Xiaoping’s open-door policy, Em followed her then-boyfriend (later husband) and landed a job in the region. Although she only moved about a thousand kilometers south from her hometown, it felt like stepping into a new world.
The local dialect was utterly foreign to Em—completely unintelligible. The subtropical climate was humid and stifling. A hand-washed sweater could turn sour in just a few days, never drying completely. Most striking, however, was the unrelenting drive of the people. From street vendors to university professors, everyone seemed consumed by the pursuit of wealth, moving with the urgency of bees chasing the shortest route to honey.
Although Em worked on a university campus somewhat insulated from the bustling world outside, she still felt swept up in the tide—drawn into the currents of this fast-paced city called Canton.
Like many newcomers, Em was poor at the time. She shared a small, dilapidated room on the ground floor with a married colleague who rarely showed up but left behind dust-covered furniture in her half of the room. Em’s side was bare, almost completely unfurnished. She vividly remembered her first night, sleeping on a hastily bought, twin-sized iron bed frame topped with a simple plank of wood.
Her boyfriend worked across the city at an institute unreachable by public transportation—an hour’s bike ride each way. When they eventually got married, the transportation issue became even more burdensome. They couldn’t afford a car or motorcycle, and even a new bicycle was too risky—new bikes were prime targets for thieves. So they made do with a second-hand bike.
His daily two-hour commute was grueling. He pedaled over steep bridges and through congested streets filled with buses, motorcycles, taxis, and bicycles. Most roads in the city were paved, but the final stretch to his institute was rough gravel. At first, he complained about the smog, dust, and rain. Later, it was the bike tires. For a time, they went flat almost daily. Oddly, the punctures always happened after crossing a long bridge. He suspected the bike repairers stationed underneath had scattered nails to drum up business. Enraged, he decided not to let them profit off him and learned to patch tires himself.
A year later, he got an opportunity to work in the United States. He said goodbye to his family, the city—and the creaking old bicycle. In the decades that followed, he owned car after car, both new and used. Biking became a distant memory, though they still kept two bikes in the garage for their daughter, now collecting dust.
Then came this May.
A young woman without a driver’s license came to their city for an internship. They offered her one of the bikes, only to find it had a leaky tire. Memories of those long-ago days came flooding back. He went to a store, bought a repair kit with sticker patches, and rolled up his sleeves in the garage.
They flipped the bike upside down and pulled out the soft inner tube, dipping it into a basin of water. Bit by bit, they searched for the leak. Finally, a tiny bubble formed and swelled—a pinhole breach.
The afternoon sun slanted into the open garage, lighting up one corner beside where Em and her husband knelt over the bike, eyes fixed on the tire. As he rotated it, muscle memory stirred—and with it, the memories of a simpler, tougher time. A moment like this brought back the warmth and grit of their twenties, in a distant city in southern China.
ChatGPT's version reads smoother and more polished.--I love in particular the ending part. Thanks,康康，for your reading!
為準備那桌菜還是蠻累的，花時間，還說厭倦做飯吃食堂的，還真是怕來人：）謝謝康康的臨帖留言，你一下給我留三個。周末快樂！
ChatGPT's version reads smoother and more polished, better suited for a wider audience.
寫英文長句時，盡量多用插入語，會更生動。
是的，幫孩子把胎補好，後來又漏，最後索性買個新內胎。一個新內胎也就$6刀多，補胎的sticker要$4多，還不好用，早知道直接買新的：）很多事不做不知道的：）
謝謝亮媽臨帖，新周愉快！
沒關係的，我這個流水賬似的，可讀可不讀，謝菲兒認真仔細！
節日快樂！
”做了一盤三文魚，一盤鹵牛肉，一盤羊排（Costco的一包羊排，8塊，一人兩塊），一大碗梅幹菜扣肉，一盤粉絲蒸蝦（10個蝦），涼拌了一點黃瓜和萵筍，炒了點青菜和broccoli, 買了現成做好的鹵鳳爪和裏脊肉，還有長條蒜蓉麵包，外加綠豆湯和飲料。在隨後的幾天裏又幫她安頓下來。忙乎了一陣。”，大讚暖冬的愛心，我女兒回來都沒有這麽大做。家裏來個人就有不少壓力，做好多樣美食我現在都是心有餘而力不足。
英文篇也拜讀了，也覺得人寫的更有溫度，更讓人感受到作者寫文的心情與投入，機器人的調調會高一些，嗬嗬。
祝你家某人父親節快樂！
最近家裏客人不斷，上周五剛有朋友從佛羅裏達來，下周六又有朋友從國內來，忙著招待。做飯也是習慣性的，這幾道菜改一改，加減一些，就可以如法炮製了：）
AI確實是好幫手，好老師，我現在中文英文的問題，連種菜養花都來問AI, 人類到底以後會退步還是會進步：）謝謝輝蘑菇的input和鼓勵，祝你六月安康！
看暖冬開篇列的菜單，嘖嘖嘖，你上班還做那麽多好吃的啊，真是實誠待客，敬佩！
謝謝淡然鼓勵，人跟機器比，比不過：）淡然周末快樂！
暖冬太謙虛，我覺得你的原文更讓人感受到作者寫文的心情與投入。
是啊，機器人不要太先進喔，未來到底如何真不知道。問候維兄六月快樂！
暖冬的英文寫作很棒了，太謙虛了~~~
謝謝你這麽寬慰我，我啃吃啃吃寫完，發現人家幾秒鍾就速成了，還寫得比我好，真是沮喪：）不過，這麽一改對自己的寫作是有幫助的，了解了哪些用法是不地道的，更好的表達或句子結構應該是什麽。所以你說的是，未來如果機器人和人類攜手，那一定所向披靡的。
招待客人也是沒辦法，確實忙，偶爾為之的：）
不過任何時候歡迎你來加州做我鄰居，說不定幾十年後等你退休有可能呢，那時，我做幾個菜給你吃吃沒問題的：）我其實現在也越來越懶，不願意把時間花在做飯上。人的一生太短，時間最寶貴！
這就六月了，五月六月對你來說是特別的日子，好season. 祝Oncemm六月快樂吉祥！
人類會不會被機器取代～～