The culture of drinking coffee the aroma of coffee in the old days

Ink-dyed lamp roll, think about the stubbornness when you didn't know it. Found that at that time will never think about decades later, when a child really grows into a youth, or relatives, or friends, or himself, how many tears, how much persistence, how much courage, how much hesitation.

At that time, the sky blue was the ocean in the palm of the hand, and the eyes could only reflect the sky. If you pour your dreams on the beach by the river, you will be able to stir up the flavor of youth. It tastes like the beauty of begonia and the dirt-free of green lotus. Rolling up the pure sorrow at the bottom of my heart, silently shouting the gentleness that a girl should have. At that time, you can not be smart, you can be careless, or you can be untaboo. Will not have cruel sadness, only the bottom of the heart that one meter of sunshine leaks in the innocent smile, sprinkled on the legendary rivers and lakes.

Remember once said: "at the beginning of leaving, is a person lonely, a person wriggling along." But later grew up, gradually found that leaving is a person with the expectations of relatives, the blessing of friends, to another place to fight. Struggle is not for money and status, but for parents to feel at ease and the smile of friends' blessing.

In times of complacency, time always passes leisurely, and before you enjoy it, the beauty disappears without a trace. When frustrated, I feel that the fleeting time is slow, and the distance between the autumn wind and the spring lotus is so far away. I think people only have a chance to count the days with their fingers in their spare time. But life should know how to be rich and weak, and when you cherish the light, don't forget that time is sometimes used as a luxury, and sometimes you will gain more by sitting still than in a busy day.

Looking back on the old days, on the way of life, you need to face the people you meet with a grateful heart. Whether they bring you pain or happiness. Thank them for letting you grow, thank them for accompanying you through a certain period of your life journey, and thank them for adding a wisp of sweetness to your old days. Even if, your heart, occasionally will be lost because of pain.

The years are quiet.

In the bones of the years, the small and fresh taste dotted with the dim old time, transpiring the strong aroma of coffee from the old time. Or comment is not as light as seal smoke, not like the smell of residual candles. However, as long as we do not want to forget the image of the years, it will always pervade the road of life, refreshing you, giving you imagination, or giving you memories of the past, to write new ups and downs.