The delicacy of boutique coffee, taste Yega Chuefei coffee

At midnight, sit quietly, if the water is safe, like the diving of a fish.

The Yejia Xuefei coffee in front of Mobin still reflects the glimpse of the world, and the careful ripple is that the wind of the nose rubbed out the fine lines of time on the mouth of the cup, which made people feel that it was a mysterious lake that could not be seen clearly. grow old in a trace of landscape reflection, folding into the other shore in the rules of reincarnation of the sun and the moon. Looking back, how can not see the trace of bitterness, but elegant dense, cool heart, intoxicated eyes.

At the moment, the running heart is like a migratory bird hanging from the clouds, converging its wings and feathers, falling fluttered among the water and plants outside the wind, squinting with his wife and son and falling asleep peacefully.

On the way of life, I often tell myself to settle down. Static, not content with the status quo, but to be content with the world of mortals, even if it is bitter, it is sour. Not all those with shaggy hair and full feet are open-minded, and those passionate words may not infect the soul. No one can guess how the master hidden behind time will fiddle with the right and wrong of the world with how cold and colourful fingers; no one can see through the world of mortals with a sense of deep enlightenment. Only when it is quiet can we find the cause of the failure, pick up the memory, brush off the dust all the way, gently put the tip of the heart, and weigh it.

When you hold your breath, you feel that your breath reverses the balance. Once upon a time, those who were beaming, I do not know how many smiles will bend? Once upon a time, those manic and restless, in the picturesque eyes, so that the years began to wet, faith quietly mildew; and once, that moonlight under a sigh, can be known to alarm a number of red carps in the heart lake, from then on the autumn water, so that the dream cut off both sides, and finally usurped the opportunity into a prophecy …...

So quietly, turn to the pages of fate, things such as night dark, the heart is the moon. Forty years, is a cup of amorous coffee, with you drink thousands of knot, and then tell the wind one by one: if, then Ru another bitter, will be rash brushstroke, tactfully into another school name; if not, eager to go home, Ann made a foreign land into a hometown; if, the young and lonely street entrance, never showed up; if, can be re -.

Looking out of the window, the snow is not melted, but it is already early spring. In the cellar of the season, a jar of falling flowers is stored and sealed. Although you can't peep at the end, you will know that the march in this life is only for a permanent end, and the crusade along the way is just to conquer yourself with the help of time. Only after experience do I know that stillness is great wisdom and the way to break the fate of the dust. Here, when we fall in love with every clutch in the world, we should be ungrateful and unresentful. Only when you calm down can you understand the nature of your mind, so the occasional meditation bows your head, although you can't see high, but you have a chance to see thoroughly.