A midnight coffee reverie coffee cultural life

Sometimes I wonder if I have compromised and become vulgar, but in fact, I have not. I have realized and grown up, and I no longer read the dream aloud, but it is still hidden in a corner of my heart and has never disappeared.

At midnight, insomnia, I got up to make a cup of simple coffee, when the hot water rushed into the cup, saw the coffee powder gracefully into it, mellow flavor permeated in the air, this warm feeling slowly soothed my inner impetuosity, a touch of worry, quiet taste, so that I can not help feeling: dear, where has the time gone?

Taste a mouthful of full-bodied coffee, consider their own inadvertent growth over the years, but also have a few wisps of understanding. For the long life, now we are still moving leisurely, perhaps the immediate life is too insipid, so that our hearts have lost the passion, and how many people in the entanglement of reality and reason, sighing the ruthlessness of time.

Time is like the fragrance of coffee, let us wander in front of the mature door. Think about yourself, if you are mature, you will still be happy or sad because of the change of the weather; if you are still young, you can be 30 years old, and you are fully aware of the fleeting time. Time is like this, with invisible power to put us in mid-air, can not go up, but also can not come down, like weightlessness.

People are always self-contradictory, sensitive, hesitant, always feel slightly frightened when they are happy, and shed moved tears when they laugh. Sometimes I feel that I can no longer believe in simple happiness, and I feel calm and uneasy about the joys and sorrows of life. With the growth of age, I find that my ideal is getting smaller and smaller, no longer keen on the examination, no longer looking forward to the postgraduate entrance examination, no longer envy the prosperity of Beijing, Shanghai and other big cities, step by step every day, insipid.

Sometimes I wonder if I have compromised and become vulgar, but in fact, I have not. I have realized and grown up, and I no longer read the dream aloud, but it is still hidden in a corner of my heart and has never disappeared. Sometimes I think that maybe one day, my dream will come true. At that time, I will allow myself to shout "done" secretly and hysterically, and then taste the bitterness and sweetness of coffee. Continue to live a plain and good life.