Coffee mood Prose: Coffee mood
One after another long night, one after another winter weekend helpless night. I do not sleep, often sitting alone at the table, playing a set of melodious Xiao Xiao song, bubble a cup of tea with a strong fragrance of jasmine, from the bookcase to pull out a volume of books emitting the fragrance of ink, slowly flipping through. Let the time go fast, let the thoughts go very far ......
Sleepless tonight. In the face of this just passionate, and instantly become cold as ice frost computer and that lonely, long whistling keyboard, my heart is more inexplicable loss and despair.
Ten years of surfing the net, I used to enjoy it. I read books, listen to music, play Go and write blogs. I use the most real tip of the pen to touch the current world's most real face also touches my soul. I've carefully made a unique net name for myself: Dolce and Gabbana.
I learned a lot of knowledge in it: about Office, about Photoshop, about...
I learned a lot of knowledge in it. ...... But at the same time also in which I learned countless network of virtual, low and boring. Later I realized: the network is like a sycamore tree, the tree is a big bird no phoenix. More than crows and sparrows only! I'm not going to be able to get the best out of it.
Later, I still often surf the Internet, but I changed my screen name to Lonely Walker.
I remembered the controversial song by Beidao, the most famous contemporary poet of the Hazel School.
Yes, life is everywhere is not a net: the network of love, relationship network, love network, fame and fortune network, the Internet ...... this invisible net net in the end what? And there are a few people can eventually escape the fate of the fish death net broken!
This can't help but make me think a lot of thoughts.
People to middle age. After experiencing a large number of births and deaths, witnessed too much fame and fortune, read countless love and hate, I know: live, and remember!
French philosopher Pascal said: "Man is nothing but a reed, the most fragile thing in nature; but he is a reed that will think. It is not necessary for the whole universe to take up arms in order to destroy; a breath, a drop of water is enough to kill him. And yet, even if the universe destroys him, man is still far nobler than the thing that kills him; for he knows that he is going to die, and the advantage which the universe has over him, while the universe knows nothing about it!"
The night stretches on, and the thoughts are in Mannian. Do not want to move the computer, do not want to go online again, remember that year do not want to cross the Jiangdong that Xiang Yu I have even intended to change their own screen name, it is called: Strike the network do not machine .......
I think we should organize our thoughts. The first thing I did was to go out for a walk. I went out quietly and walked towards the famous cafe, which is called "Mingdian".
The world is bustling with activity, all for the sake of profit, the world is bustling with activity, all for the sake of profit! The noisy city, finally in the night surrounded by gradually return to quiet. However, the cold wind did not completely sweep away the world's hustle and bustle. Although it is a winter night, there are still many cars on the street. There are also a lot of people who are not in the city at night, and they are of different ages and genders.
I am one of them. But who cares about my loneliness? Who knows who I am!
I like to drink coffee when I am lonely. I like the kind of blue mountain coffee produced in Jamaica. Often a person sitting in a quiet corner, while tasting the rich flavor of the coffee, while listening to the saxophone with a faint sadness and nostalgia. Like Zhu Ziqing when he sat by the lotus pond and accompanied by the color of the moon, you can think a lot, but also do not want anything. And tonight, in the absence of confiding in the object of this moment, I tried to be quiet and his mind to do an in-depth intimate interview.
Years of water. Childhood ignorance, juvenile childishness, youthful arrogance, long gone. When I looked back, I was already middle-aged. Did not pay attention to, but also did not think about it, the original angular personality was sharpened by the file of the years and the face of ------- no angle and not smooth, less enthusiasm and more inertia! From the bottom of the heart flows out of a fearful numbness and indifference. When you think about it, what did we get in the years of wasted time? What have we lost? The first thing you need to know is whether you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, or whether you're going to be able to get a new product.
The history of alternation, in the cycle, the world has been repeating an ancient and unchanging story, that is, life and death, love and hate, gain and loss. The lost is lost forever! People are always wandering between gain and loss. There are many times when what shouldn't go goes, and what should come never comes. So everyone waits and waits for that sentimental, physically and mentally exhausted, lost and confused Godot who may still be roaming around! And Godot may have a cold. He could not come.
Things have changed. The digital era came rapidly, came too fast, so that we have not been mentally prepared enough, have not had time to put the old days in the heart of the exquisite ancient civilization to be treasured, it has long been condensed into a faint shadow, in the playfulness of the restlessness of nothingness, in the hustle and bustle of the pursuit of fame and fortune to settle down. The dream of the horse galloped, fast, but the hands of the mouse clicks; the heart of the torch is bright, bright, but high-rise neon rainbow. In that should be silk string sound, neon light dance of the city night, there will be who to see the stars flow, the clouds dark crossing? So how much pure love is lost in the red lights? In the drunkenness of the desertion of how many heroes!
I remember Zhang Chao, "Dream Shadow" in the words: "because the snow want to high priests, because the flowers want to beauty, because the wine want to chivalry, because the moon want to good friends, because the landscape want to be pleased with the poetry. What am I thinking about? The wisdom of Socrates? The melancholy of Van Gogh? The erudition of Aristotle? The arrogance of Archimedes? The loneliness of Qu Yuan? Li Bai's exuberance? Sima Qian's grief? The first time I've ever seen this, I've seen it in my life. ......
The coffee in your hand is already cold. The gentle and weak light in the cafeteria is changing, and it gives a feeling of isolation from the rest of the world. It seems that the sound of the flute that Su Wu played a thousand years ago, when he was grazing his sheep on the land of Hu, is a sad and sorrowful sound. I actually forgot where I was for a moment. In the Peach Blossom Garden? Deep in the desert? Or by the Miluo River? The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a cage.
Out of the cafe, it is already late at night, coffee filtered out of the flavor of the colorful life is strong. The clear moon still hanging overhead is still there. The light of the moonlight gently spread to the ground, the city shines in a clear view, but I can not see the way back. After the glitz and glamor, there is only me, the lonely swordsman, walking alone without a goal. Where is the way back? Just: the flower from the floating water from the flow, hate thought long!
The cold wind of the winter night is like a gentle killer, it quietly approaching and decisively cut off my chaotic thoughts, the state of mind suddenly sobered up a lot. I've been whipped by a drunken horse, and I don't dare to tire of the beauty of love. I always thought that I was already free, and I have been singing in my life, not for the sake of fame. However, the fate of the world is not over, often trapped in the net. Often in the memory of that unattainable and clear as yesterday's fall, that dream. But it is a pity that I have not yet been born, but I have been born, you are already old! So the whole life can only be in the poem and wine and memory hand in hand!
The sky has meteors crossing, leaving a moment of beauty. And many of the beautiful memories of my life have returned to my mind: everything is as clear as a mirror, as it was at the beginning. I know that in life, everyone will encounter a lot of trials and tribulations. I am glad that I am still alive, although after a long wait, even if the heart is haggard, at least still waiting for a promise, a tie. And this is precisely the attachment to others who are seeking and waiting but not able to get. Despite the long road of the heart, at hand! I put this firework-like memory in the bottom of my heart. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it.
Remembering the love poem from the Sixth ___ Kurganjatso:
That day
I closed my eyes in the incense and mist of the temple
Suddenly, I heard the true words of your chanting in the sutra
That January
I shake all the sutra cylinders
Not for the supremacy of the world
Only to touch the fingertips of you
That In that year
I bowed my head and prostrated on the mountain path
Not for an audience
Just to be close to your warmth
In that life
I went from mountain to mountain and from stupa to stupa
Not for the sake of cultivating the next life
Just to meet you on the way
Whenever I think of this poem, a touching feeling rises up in my heart from time to time. I have traveled all over the country and have been to many places. I have traveled all over the country and have been to Lhasa just to find the truth. Unfortunately, today the master has passed away, otherwise, I will enjoy the moon with him, recite a few poems, drink a pot of coffee, and feel my coffee mood together.
Coffee mood essay: rain, coffee, mood
Fine rainy days are most suitable for sitting in front of the glass window, a cup of coffee. Between coffee and tea, I usually choose coffee, and between coffee and wine, I usually choose wine.
On a rainy weekend, I went to a coffee house. It used to be my dream to bring my laptop to the coffee house and surf the net. Then I realized it. Find a quiet corner to sit down, order a cup of coffee, I kind of like cappuccino, sweet foam, cover the bitter coffee. Just like the bitterness of life on, always floating some good, good feelings, good scenery, good friends and so on.
Open a love to listen to the music, that place in your heart, listen to a number of years, do not know who sang. On a whim, go to Baidu to check, a look at another Irish singer, Irish musicians. I think, Ireland is one of the world's most temperamental countries, there is Greece, Sweden, these small countries, exquisite and beautiful, with beautiful coasts, abound in beautiful modern music.
Ireland has the passion of soccer, the lyricism of music, the romance of coffee. There is the heavenly voice of Enya, there is the Little Red Plum Band, which has been imitated by Faye Wong. that place in your heart This song was written by Ronan Hardimang for peace, but it is like the sadness of longing . This song has been used in show dances and is beautiful. The soothing melody but rhythmic, that lyrical and soft voice, the girl in the show dance twisting her waist with the melody, her hand caressing her body from time to time, her eyes mesmerized, very seductive.
Ronan Hardimang was originally a bank clerk in Dublin, then resigned and did his favorite music. People like this are geniuses, and the ****ing same characteristic of geniuses is that they are a work of art at the drop of a hat. Never went to any art school or formal training. Irish music, favoring ethereal. Very pure music, like pure sky, pure sea. Irish music is suitable for sitting on the beach, watching the waves fall and the sun shine. I love Ireland.
Irish coffee, the world famous coffee. There is a poignant love legend. Irish coffee: thinking about this life without destiny. Is an Irish airport bartender for his crush on the stewardess special. It took him a year to make it. When the stewardess drank the first cup of this special Irish coffee, the bartender's tears sprang up. A person's life, can have a period of heartfelt feelings, even if not together, is not living in vain. An eternal beauty, like a beautiful painting, hanging on the wall of the heart, always so pleasing to the eye.
Coffee, I will never forget in the Shanghai World Expo, the Turkish Pavilion to drink that cup of rich coffee. As if there had been a strong love, has been pervading my memory.
In a person's life, there are always a few people we miss. As long as we can miss, that is loved, y loved. If you search the memory, know a lot of people, but not let you have thoughts of people, that shows that your heart has a problem, your attitude to life has a problem, your taste has a problem. You have lost your good taste in the hustle and bustle of life, not savoring life and your loved ones. Regardless of how stressful life is, how mediocre it is, you have to give yourself a corner of the heart, leave a little clean and beautiful, so that you can occasionally intoxicated.
An indulgent afternoon, holding a coffee, looking at the glass window filled with raindrops, thoughts a very distant, as if a lifetime. Such an afternoon is used to think or forget. Sitting alone in a coffee house, I think of you turning back. I summoned the courage to forget this distance, so that I can get used to not having you.
The rain curtain hangs outside the glass window, and there are umbrella flowers in the rain. On days when there is rain, listen to the sound of rain, on days when there is wind, listen to the sound of the wind, and on days when there is no wind or rain, listen to the music. The wind and rain of life is not a miserable wind and rain. The so-called "a straw raincoat rain let life".
Jia Pingwa once wrote a novel that said the rainy day is the time when heaven and earth meet. Then the perfect rainy day is this: rustling rain, curls of coffee, soft music, two people lingering, hidden groans. The air is filled with the flavor of love.
Rain, coffee, music, and love. It is the true meaning of life, the essence of life. Everything else is an interpretation of life.
Coffee Mood Essay: Add some sugar to the coffee of the mood
Rain The rain was wantonly rampant, the rainstorm clamored for my peace of mind, and the muggy heat of the past few days disappeared without a trace. The thermometer can measure the size of the heat from the sun to the earth, but it can't measure the restlessness and confusion in your heart. It is hard to calm the heart with the busyness and tediousness of the whole day. Perhaps the sudden despondency is the helplessness of reality. Away from the alcohol, away from the friends, seems to have landed a temporary ease, I found myself in the fight with themselves and run. Maybe my busyness and my sadness can drive away the boredom and boredom of leisure time. After the college entrance examination, the campus seems to have become quiet all of a sudden. I'm used to and tired of the familiarity of traveling to and from my home and the school building, but the strangeness is growing in the background. The senior kids don't know where to hide, can't hear their noise, can't see their coaxing, very unaccustomed to it. Every day still on time to get up early, to the classroom only to find that they graduated, only empty buildings of loneliness; ate dinner as usual to the class, the empty classroom only memories of the curtain in the flashback to the past they fought the college entrance examination scene. In fact, I envy them, have the opportunity to change destiny. Together, they go out early and come back late, sharing the storm and witnessing the success, which is also a kind of beauty in life. Think about every test down, there are always people hiding in the dark corner of the sad crying, there are always people eager for you to enter his fragile and persistent world of the mind, there are always people sitting in a corner open myopic eyes staring at the remote future ...... college entrance exams so that they become precocious, although it is still very tender, is still very green. Once experienced senior years, life has since become rich and full, life is perfect.
Into June, doubly feel shy in the bag. I thought I had bought two houses and could step into the ranks of the rich, but the result was a mortgage, and the days of slavery began. The house in the slow construction, every time you pass by the building, look up at the moment, the inner satisfaction and glory, seems to be able to let themselves call the wind and rain. The pressure of loan repayment and the blank stares of bank clerks seemed to have become warm and fuzzy all of a sudden. Every time you hear that the price of housing has risen, the unprecedented pleasure eliminates days of depression and anxiety, and the person is also spirited and temperament. Happy has not ended, the phone rings: tomorrow is my 39th birthday, please come yo ...... eat this buddy's birthday party, also accompanied by a breath of wine, and received a phone call: my son this year's college entrance examination on the heavy line, tomorrow at noon in the taste of Shangxuan welcome to drive ...... Go, anyway, in the future, my daughter went to college is not to please turn to. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product. I would like to ask in detail, and violently remembered that his birthday should also come. I thought that this "wind and waves", the pocket is almost deflated. Yesterday, I received an invitation to a housewarming party. Can't I go? My wife is a close friend. My daughter graduated from elementary school and stays home every day. Passed by a clothing store, told his daughter to dress a try, very stylish, color and style so that his daughter love not to take off the clothes. Look at the inflated price, only to bear the pain of bleeding, just all the way to the daughter singing and laughing. She didn't know that her father had a bitter heart and didn't dare to say anything.
Around the friends have to buy a car, but also touched my desire to buy a car. The theory of the test has long been over, there is no time to go to the practice. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm going to be able to do a lot more than that. Choose Volkswagen, good quality, price is not expensive; choose General Motors, the typical "gas guzzler", but cost-effective; choose Citroen, the shape does not look good, can drive comfortable; choose domestic cars, the heart is not willing to, always worried about the quality of the problem or there is a kind of hand feeling. Car is just a tool for transportation, if you go to compare, can only spoil the mood. When you buy a 200,000 sedan, always feel 50 million sedan better; when you have a 50 million sedan, may want to Lamborghini or Hummer. People's desire is never-ending, the most important thing is to be tailored. Women wear gold and silver, heavy makeup, seems to be able to show off in front of those shabby women. So the woman saw a diamond ring given to her eyes are wide wide wide, so much so that the surrounding women also cast envious eyes, at this time you seem to be the world's happiest woman, the glory of the light sprinkled all over every corner of the world. Some people just say that women are born for the gold for the silver flutter. In addition to the success of men in the cause of brilliant, would like to have a Swiss watch to prove that they are successful people. In fact, no matter this watch hour hand go or not go, as long as this watch is a famous watch. On the occasion of public gatherings, those so-called successful men always put their watch-wearing hands up high and high to draw others' attention.
The marriage of Nicholas and Gigi seems to have come to an end. The once golden couple makes people envious. Star's marriage is so fragile, is there no ordinary people say eternal forever? Is marriage the grave of love? Is there no scenery in familiar places? After the seven-year itch is the so-called aesthetic fatigue? A series of questioning let people think. In fact, love also has a freshness period, need to take care of. Some people ask: what is love? Someone answered: love is to accompany each other slowly grow old. It really means a lot. The materialistic era, diet men and women are pursuing the spiritual pleasure of material coziness. Not long ago, one of my high school classmates cried to me: divorce. According to some people's point of view, should be celebrated. Is he a kind of infatuation? I was tempted to ask him why he chose to break up if he was still so infatuated. As a buddy, I braved the pouring rain to get to the sad bar he was talking about. When I met him, he was already drunk. It was too late to listen to him, but he threw up all over me. In a drunken stupor, it seems that love makes people hurt and hurt. When he woke up the next day, he actually didn't say a word about it. Maybe he wanted to hide the sadness in his belly. On the way back, car windows on both sides of the roadside trees green to force people's eyes, wisps of breeze blowing, leaves swaying, like a dance is not a dance, as if another love play is about to be staged. The night is so peaceful, a song of Andy Lau's old song "true forever" hovering in the night sky, Andy Lau's unique nasal and vibrato at this time as heavenly melodious: do not want to hold hands to tomorrow, love if the blossoms and love is a sea of change in the end, do not ask me how to do it, will be forever. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it. Who understands how to love, is the real forever. Listening to Andy Lau's song, I turned my hand to Su Shi's Butterfly Lovers: The flowers have faded into red and the apricots are small. When the swallows are flying, the green water is surrounded by people's homes. The willows on the branches are less and less, where is the grass at the end of the world? The wall swings outside the wall. The people outside the wall, the beautiful people in the wall laugh. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
The rain can always fall, but the mood is very difficult to calm. Being in a small city under construction, everywhere is the reinforced concrete beating breath. Raise your eyes and look into the distance, the shadow of the high-rise building is hidden. Although this is not my hometown, I am trying to find my dream here, and prove my existence with hard work. Although I feel the power of loneliness on the road of struggle, I am still full of expectation and insist on watching the moon in my heart. The aroma of coffee fills the room, and the bitterness extends from the mouth to the stomach. The first thing you need to do is to add some sugar to the coffee of your mood.
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