The way coffee makes me feel.

Coffee, be quiet! Silence makes me beautiful. Quiet life, quiet walking, quiet singing, quiet companionship. Stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world, avoid the noisy sea of people, listen to the singing of birds and flowers, and enjoy the clouds.

Coffee, is a kind of breath, clear and familiar, within reach; like a silk shirt, light as cicada wings, soft as gossamer; although it is not clear about its comfort, it can feel appropriate.

Coffee, is a kind of sentiment, related to the mind, along with the warmth. Under the orange light shadow, some fragrance rises in the fireworks, some happiness is passed on without a sentence, some softness grows in the symphony of pots and pans, and some happiness spreads in the contact of the skin.

Coffee is a kind of simple, like a cluster of wild flowers in the corner, inadvertently brightening your eyes. Because of the truth, you can catch it at will as soon as you raise your hand, and you will be full of it if you are not careful.

Coffee is the blend of heart and heart, the dialogue between eyes and eyes, the warmth of interlocking fingers, and the tenderness of interdependent lips and teeth.

Coffee is not only a kind of self-cultivation, but also a kind of inside information, which comes from the bewitching in the depths of the soul, from the desire for happiness in nature, and has unspeakable charm.