Drinking the last breath at the bottom of the cup alone

The hot coffee cup is the only residence of coffee in the world. I prepared several sets of coffee cups for them, the earliest one, ivory bone coffee cups. It's not the kind of skinny coffee cup specially prepared for espresso. Instead, it is a white greasy porcelain cup with a round mouth and soft lines, and the amount of two cups of Italian coffee in one cup can meet my stomach.

The second group began to flourish, though it was also a bone porcelain coffee cup, with silver lines on the mouth, decorated with rat gray as the bottom, indigo and azure geometric mosaic patterns. The ears with silver thread put on an appearance of listening. The dish of the same color gently hugged the reserved cup body, the round cup body raised a curl of white smoke, and the heart-seductive fragrance of coffee had already occupied the study of more than five ping.

The third group is the Japanese coffee cup that my sister brought back from Germany on a business trip to Frankfurt. The body of the cup is unglazed black porcelain, which hisses like an iron chime when it is rubbed. The cup is glazed white porcelain, poured into the coffee, as if there is no need to add whipped cream. The best part is the dish, which is as black as Japanese tiles, engraved with mountains and rivers on one side. It is said that my brother-in-law dared not use these patterns because he was puzzled by the ambiguous meaning of these patterns. So, it fell into my hands.

The fourth group is the real Italian coffee cup, a pair of small but thick hand-painted magnetic cups. On the sapphire blue cup, the painter hand-painted many rolling lemon yellow gears, two strawberry red halberd demons, glaring at the drinking sentient beings. The other cup and plate is also as deep as a deep ocean with sapphire blue. There is a lemon-yellow island in the sea, five blue and white coconut trees, and two green turtles looking at each other under the tree. The bottom of the cup has the painter's white signature.

It is rumored that Yixing purple sand teapot, after years of farming and caressing, can make people like drinking Longquan even if it is washed into plain boiled water. My coffee cup does not have this kind of self-control, but occasionally the plain boiled water in the cup will arouse the suspicious fragrance of coffee. Perhaps a wisp of soul of the drinker has been trapped at the bottom of the cup.

Beauty is a majestic danger, and danger is beautiful depravity. At this time, the lovelorn has unexpectedly become a sweet dream in life. Because the lovelorn made me lose the suspense of life, I was free to fall into the beautiful things that were carefully carved. The encounter between the cup and the cup, the bottom of the cup swung up in a trance, like a shining encounter on the shoulder of the gold sand. Alone in the last shade of summer, when will the tireless tide soak through the scorched yellow waiting? The bottom of the cup swung up a string of Yonghuan, white water wrapped in damp exile. Drinking the last breath of love at the bottom of the cup alone, when will the tide of unrepentance extinguish the burning passion? The bottom of the cup swung up a mouthful of noon sun, platinum beach platinum teenager depraved female body. When we quietly rubbed the last mouth of the cup in early summer alone, we held our breath and listened to the confusion like electrostatic bone porcelain.