Convenience stores and coffee shops

This Saturday belongs to convenience stores and Sunday belongs to coffee shops.

A ray of winter sunshine, a warm bright white and beige, yellow and white tiles on the floor shiny, you can see your own shadow, rows of bright and clean incandescent lamps, unsparingly warm every corner, in the side there is a hot oden cooking steam, bar stool and small tea table and self-service sauce and utensils waiting.

The convenience store next to the subway entrance of Memorial Hall looks like a warm color apartment, with a feeling of home.

On Saturdays, when I recover from my bumps, I want to run to the convenience store with my suitcase. All the way through the tree-lined path, stepping on the mottled shadows of trees, through the cool breeze, and their own shadow game. The cool breeze seems to have the vapor of the top of Tianshan Mountain, passing through my heart, and because it is clean and spotless, when it blows through my heart, it takes away the fatigue of a week. Take a step and embrace the sun, such as enlightenment. As I frolicked, I rushed into the convenience store like a child, bumping into warm memories of my junior high school years. Strangely enough, after two years, I've learned so much about it, what's on the shelf, where the trash can is, how to make the coffee, I haven't forgotten. It seemed as if I knew it would wait quietly for me to return, and everything would remain the same.

The most enjoyable time was when I walked around the store holding a bowl of fish paste without any sauce and no glitz, as if it had no luxurious decoration. His hands and face gradually warmed up. I finally understood how convenience stores felt to me: like my ivory tower, a habitat without work and study, a cabin decorated with warm colors; a retreat from the world, a quiet harbor in the middle of the city.

On Saturdays, besides hanging out at convenience stores, on Sundays, I was sitting in coffee shops with my work.

A modern tide wind, a brown decoration, a few yellow hot lights to warm the leather sofa and pillow, but since entering the door, the overall cold color or a bit of distance away from the arrogance and mystery, the wooden floor let the whole world fall into silence and respect for high heels, under the goblet light flashing, who are each other's passers-by.

This was a dinner for three people. The topic at the dinner table was about hosting the "Creator Concert" next week. A little girl like me, finally to dinner for work entertainment, the heart can not help but secretly excited. Dressed in fashionable clothes, I arrived at the coffee shop early, picked a box to sit down, and instructed the waiter according to my senior brother: Miss Ye reserved a seat. Quietly looking at the scenery outside the box, there is a picture of a family of four happy, but also like our business dinner. Hehe, it was really a good place for business and leisure.

When the female host and the male host of the TV station took their seats, I spread out a stack of documents on the dark green table, surrounded by yellow and white light fog, a conversation went on in an orderly manner, after explaining clearly, I ordered a few western dishes and entered the real meal. There was no clinking of glasses, but there was laughter. My peripheral vision captures the harmony of light and shadow rippling under the glass.

This cold field is the interface between the entrance to the world and the modern road.

Antony Gaudi left Mila apartment in Barcelona, the wild city and passionate city of Spain, with his wild imagination of the world; Giotto, the father of European painting, hid his reverence for the Virgin Mary and his memory of old friends in the Cathedral of Our Lady of Flowers; Archbishop William infiltrated his great expectation for social education into the stone buildings of Oxford's quadrangle. Every place in the city is a spirit, a world.

Convenience stores are habitat, stability and legacy, coffee shops are struggle, calm and participation. How comfortable it would be to move freely between the two.

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