The first cup of coffee in life is like a man with a story.

I have always wondered why the color of coffee is so dignified, melancholy and lonely. Just like a person with a story, you can read his mind, and he can also see through your mood.

Over the past few years, espresso has been around like an old friend, whispering with him in his spare time, enjoying his delicacy and trying various flavors of coffee, but can never forget the taste of drinking coffee for the first time.

I still remember that I was lonely when I drank coffee for the first time, and when I was about to graduate from college, I was out of breath when I was about to step into the society. I failed the interview again. On the way back to school, I didn't have time to dodge in the face of the sudden torrential rain. I ran to the nearest cafe to take shelter.

The weather after the Beginning of Autumn, every rain, seems to be the dividing point of the temperature drop. This is a small but warm cafe, with warm yellow lights, soft sofas, and the cold body drenched by Rain Water seems to have found a warm spot in an instant. Ordered a cup of espresso, taste it carefully, warm coffee, with its mellow posture into the throat, bitter, but very fragrant. This is the first cup of coffee in my life. The rain outside the window did not seem to stop, there was no one above the street, the weather at 05:00 was as dark as late at night, and the surroundings were dreadfully quiet. Hold the small coffee cup in your hand and quietly feel the warmth of this cup of coffee.

Before he was ready, he was pushed into the social torrent of cruel competition by reality. Whether to go back to a small city to find a stable job, or to go to a big city to explore the world. It is said that coffee is the most beautiful cure for the soul. At that time, I wish this cup of coffee would help me find my way.

A person sits alone in the corner of a cafe, getting along with his soul for the first time. That day, I didn't go back to my dorm until late at night. A small amount of caffeine in my coffee made me feel relieved, but I couldn't find the answer in the end.

Later, I chose a good career, and the development was smooth. After drinking coffee for so many years, I tried my best to change the taste, but in the end, I realized that the taste of the coffee itself had not changed, but what had changed was the mood in which we drank coffee. Every coffee experience is like an inner self-awakening, the pain of lovelorn, the grievance of work, the impatience of parting, this cup of brown liquid can always find the original self, the taste of the first cup of coffee always haunts my mind.

I have always wondered why the color of coffee is so dignified, melancholy and lonely. Just like a person with a story, you can read his mind, and he can also see through your mood.