Dali: coffee atmosphere in the streets of foreigners

Go straight along the street of the south gate of Dali. There is a small street perpendicular to it about 150 meters away. That is the famous foreigner street.

A very narrow street, winding, the side of the street and the people on the street are scenery. In the clubs, restaurants and bars in the well-preserved Bai ancient buildings, with the bustling flow of Chinese and foreigners, the sudden reversal of time and space has a strong impact on your mind.

When you go to the "blue" coffee shop, there is sour jazz and warm coffee in the air. Randomly pull out a book from the bookshelf in the corner, which is "Biji Manzhi", order a cup of hot Yunnan real estate bean coffee, stick your arm on the polished old table, and read it gently. On one side is the reincarnation of things in the book, and on the other is the bitter sweetness in the mouth. There is a sense of detachment and seclusion and the feeling of heaven and earth in the chest.

Such a place should not stay long, just because it is too beautiful. The Sunshine Cafe sells different things: all kinds of cocktail coffee. The reason why it is not called fancy coffee is that it does not have a strict and orthodox matching principle, and it all depends on the preference of the shopkeeper or you.

I asked for a cup of mocha and brought it up to have a look. It sold well. It was amber and golden and covered with small granules similar to oatmeal. Take a sip, first the spiciness of ginger juice, then the fragrance of tea, chew on the particles of the breast fan, and finally, the smell of coffee lingering in your throat. It's a very strange drink, but I can't help but finish it in a mouthful.

It is very suitable for drinking such a kind of coffee in such a place, staggered, chaotic, but full of vitality, perhaps, this is also a kind of tunnel without leaving a trace?

When I was in Yunnan, the last coffee shop I went to was called "Xizang" coffee shop. The door of the shop is like a dyeing shop, peach red, fiery red, blood red, green, orange, crystal purple. All are some of the most dazzling, brightest and brightest colors, flying and sprinkling like prayer flags. Zhuoma, the waiter, gave me a bright smile. Not very pretty, but very cute. Here, your heart seems to be as transparent and light as the sunshine of Xizang. Bring up two different liquids. Zhuoma told me that it was Cindy Conway and Newdy Conway. Let me drink that dark one first. It's a strange name. I'll take it. All of a sudden he gave a big grunt. I just got into my mouth, and I felt fooled. Bitter, only bitter taste, except bitter or bitter. Not the kind of coffee, every taste bud seems to be destroyed, the lips are numb, the tongue is hard, the throat tightens, and there is a feeling of tears. I bet this is the worst thing I've ever had.

Looking at my deeply locked brow, Zhuoma smiled and asked me to drink that glass of transparent liquid again. This time I learned my lesson, touched a little bit with my lips, had no feeling, took another sip, it was a little sweet, just another sip. Oh, my God, how should I describe this feeling? The bitterness that could not be spit out before was swept away, but not only that, but I only felt that every inch of the mouth was obedient, sweet, but not all, and the aftertaste was full of fragrance, chilly into the nose. Let you can not help but have the reverie of gratitude, too wonderful!

"Cindy Conway, what does Newdy Conway mean?" I asked Zhuoma.

"it means hell and heaven." Obviously, the transparent liquid that filled my mouth with fragrance should be "heaven". I pointed to it and asked, "what is it made of?"

"it's just a glass of boiled water."

It must be after the pain, the white water will also become sweet. The simple truth is also full of mysteries. With such a cup of coffee permeated with oriental Zen, to comfort our own mouth, tongue and stomach, we only feel that the soul can also be purified.