2, has been dreaming of opening a cafe, sitting in the cafe looking out the window, people come and go, easy music will be me and the window of the flurry of disturbances cut off, savoring the coffee to savor the years we have traveled.
3. He gazed into the glass wall at the front of the coffee house. In the corner, Yi-Na appears to be alone. The yellowish light in the room creates a cozy atmosphere and makes her forlorn figure look softer.
4. I don't like to drink coffee, but I like the mood of the coffee house. Our unexpected encounter, perhaps a kind of fate, thank God, we learn to cherish!
5, the coffee house itself has a magical role, it is invisible to those who want to give themselves a little space to leave a megaphone, instantly their lonely inner monologue adjusted to the strongest sound I'm so lonely, let me enjoy the loneliness!
6, inadvertently into the coffee house, light and soft music will be wrapped up tightly open heart, romantic feelings drilled into the blood, disorientation if you see, with a flying flower dancing, and then floating ah floating, floating through the clouds, floating to a distant place?
7, four early spring has been windy and beautiful. Irving locked the car door, along the street outside the neighborhood, wandering in the shade of sycamore trees. At the end of the street, there is a coffee house crawling with emerald green vines. Physically and mentally exhausted, Irving would drink a cup of coffee inside and enjoy a moment of peace and quiet.
8, as long as the city is well, the seasons are like the past, I can be unrestricted to enjoy themselves wandering around. As long as you don't find a tree suddenly disappeared, often go to the cafe suddenly moved away, basically can't disturb me.
9, a chance into a cafe, she was on the end of the coffee at first sight, from that day on she went every day. One day the latte she ordered turned into juice.
10, in the cafe, it is always the emotions in the mastery of time, the time to drink a cup of coffee, can be ten minutes, can also be an afternoon.
11, is a retro and gorgeous a cafe, dark wood floors and furniture highlights the age-old precipitation, inherited from the rich family mansion of the past heavy, the bar a wide range of various types of utensils and conveyed the breath of luxury and sophistication
12, the classical beauty in the serene smile, the air is slightly diffuse, and that, that's her body fragrance. Noble breath, attracted me to fall in love with this cafe.
13, think of the summer starry sky real and beautiful, romantic mood in the coffee house, you and I sat face to face, you laughed, long-lost smile, not reserved, naive and rosy, sincere and honest.
14, the cafe playing a melodious piano, warm sunlight shuttle in the breath of the gap, Shu, long, all the emptiness between heaven and earth full.
15, a better place, dear. No soldiers, no tanks, no **, every day in a café or on the way to a café, we go to see Wagner's opera, we are in the Paris Tower **, we go to Italy born in Venice and died in Villefranche, we are together.
16, occasionally petty, go to the coffee house to drink coffee, listening to light music, looking at a page of magazines brought out of the bag, looking out the window people coming and going people, and then intentionally flawed thought, those who rush past the people, they are for their ordinary and in the efforts to fight for the extraordinary
17, Vienna, Café Schiederling (Strauss) They are one with the old tables and chairs and the stuffy old music, but each one no longer has the spirit of partying in the café.
18, the setting sun, like the moody dark yellow light in the cafe as stained on the walls, scattered a little bit of serenity.
19, when he first cooked Irish coffee for her, because of the excitement and shed tears, for fear of being seen by her, he used his fingers to wipe away the tears, and then secretly with tears in the mouth of the Irish coffee cup drew a circle, so the first mouth of the flavor of Irish coffee with the thought of being repressed for a long time after the fermentation of the flavor. And she also became the first person to order Irish coffee, because only she can point.
20, a cafe sign reads: ? We don't have WiFi; talk to the person next to you!? The furthest distance in the world is that I'm right next to you and you're playing with your cell phone
21, the time in this country is always lazy and idle, and probably God will slow down the hands of the clock when he arrives here. People sitting in the café leisurely enjoy life, as if all the troubles are left behind.
22, a good cafe should be bright, but not ornate, the space should have a certain breath, but not only the bitter taste of smoke, the master should be a confidant, but not overly attentive.
23, Hangzhou is more characteristic of the coffee house is really very little, go to Starbucks, Phoebe, Peach, Costa such a big coffee shop is not interesting, noisy and noisy, or that kind of fickle.
24, this coffee house or the first time to come, as the name suggests, the house has a lot of things about a few meters, although I temporarily did not find? Now renamed North Brown.
25, the Italian candles in the cafe burned half, the light of the candlelight in the body of Jiang Guiming, has a layer of mysterious transparency, as if through time and space. Wen Jing looked at him in a daze, the standard London tone produced an extraordinary echo, as if she really saw once an afternoon, low reciting the poem of the teenager.
26, when you long in the heart of a person, but the news of that person as a vast amount of smoke, you have fantasized a lot about that person's everything, would like to know if she is now living well, always imagine her situation as the most broken possible, as if to stay in the cafe silently looking at the vapor daze.
27. One night, sitting from a Greenwich Village cafe to a Soho cafe, and then from a Soho cafe to a cafe in the East Village, it was like watching how money and art went to war here.
28, Many years have passed, and I have not seen her again, nor have I heard from her in any way, and I have lost the love of my life, and I have always assumed that we would meet again, perhaps on a street that I often walked down, or in a café that I happened to walk into, and I believe that as long as she is in my neighborhood, I will be able to feel her presence.
29, every time I walk into that often go to the coffee house, I will always be sitting alone by the window seat, looking out the window people coming and going. I like when I look at the sky when the sky is the blue you see rather than the darkness I see.
30, no one talks about women, because in the café everyone is a bachelor, no matter how old he is, no matter how many children he has made a wife who prefers the company of her children.
31, Saturday afternoon, we sat in the coffee house to chat, I like the mood of the coffee house, like it in the details of the aesthetic feeling, with a combination of elegance and romance.
32, do not open the cafe as entrepreneurship, as a kind of investment, do not expect to open the cafe can be completed what the original accumulation, open the cafe is just a way of life.
33, I think the most beautiful thing for me is that I sit in a cafe drinking coffee, and you happen to be behind me. I think the happiest thing for me is to look at you and smile every day.
34, a sip of coffee is very bitter, add a bag of sugar and then very sweet. Sometimes the fear of numbness, instead to try too much sweet and bitter. Cold, one keeps vigilant, tell this so-called earthly not smooth sting, the drowsy are aroused, do not take into account the trembling.
35, In the coffee house crawling with vines, he found her in the doorway. Ena sat in a windowed corner, her back to the door. But Irving recognized the hair, the pose, and the dress she wore.
36 The coffee house, and the romantic music accompanying it, she chose to meet in such an elegant place. When he came, her eyes widened, incredulously looking at this man with whom she grew up. How could it be him?
37, a few hours of idle nonsense, the rain never came down. But when we finally left the cafe towards the parking lot, in that short five minutes, the rain poured impatiently, snapping and snapping hard down.
38, because no matter where I sit? Whether on the deck of a ship, in Paris or Bangkok in a street café? I'm sitting at the bottom of the same bell glass enclosure, frying in the sour rotting air I spit out myself.
39. We entered this coffee house and it felt like a paradise. A crystal clear stream separates the entire coffee house into two parts. One side was covered by the eaves of the brilliant sunshine
40, make a pot of coffee, carefully filtered, no sugar, no milk, only a little salt, enjoy the years of not using fancy coffee cups, for a time, all the people or things, on the thick fog, slowly, slowly, dispersed, faded away.
41, a sunny afternoon, an elegant retro cafe, a position near the window, a lazy napping cat, a healing music, a cup of hot blue mountains, an old book, a letter, a love
42, and then a good dream will wake up one day in the cafe, sitting in front of the eyes of the sudden appearance of a former lover face, caught off guard. The time and space reversal, lost their minds. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff that you've been doing to your house.
43, perhaps everyone has a dream of opening a coffee shop. Warm afternoon, elegant environment, clear music, strong coffee aroma, mellow taste, change of fancy interest, so that people unknowingly intoxicated in the coffee, and in each cafe, there is a pair of magical hands to lead you into the world of mellow flavor and beauty of the coffee, that is, the soul of the cafe? Barista.
44, fantasize about a day, you sit across from me, I back cafe shaking lights drifting music warm coffee cloud smoke like a mountain mist faded out of our sight
45, the people and the emotions of the coffee through the baptism of the years. Coffee gives us strength, and the bond between us and coffee will never break. Its mellow, deep flavor is the eternal theme of the writer's pen, which also makes it a medium for the collision of ideas of the wise.
46, quiet summer, outside the cafe under the sun umbrella, placed on the end of a cup of cappuccino, the tantalizing aroma with the summer wind gently wafted
47, this coffee house is not very luxurious, but rather very simple, and distinctive is that this coffee house has a lot of flowers, because the owner of this coffee house is very good at flower ah, and if you want to breathe the air can be outside to drink, the outside is actually Just a balcony, but dressed up very nice, you can breathe more fresh air.
48, sitting alone diagonally in a corner of the coffee house, the light dim hair case, no coffee and snacks, only a cup of water.
49, in this era of rapid development of modern society, I want to stop. I want to stop. I want to go shopping by myself. Or, stay quietly in the cafe. Drinking coffee, holding a favorite book. Spend the whole day quietly. Let my heart, in this busy city to quiet down and enjoy it all.
50, into the coffee house, she went into the house and said to the boss to ask for two cups of black tea, and then went straight up to the second floor, sat down. San'er first time into such an atmospheric place, it is inevitable that some overwhelmed.
51, a Russian came to the cafe and ordered a cup of coffee. After a while, the waiter came to him: sir, this is the coffee you want. The drink is excellent, natural, and shipped from Brazil! The Russian took a sip of coffee and praised: good, good, so far away, actually still hot!
52, it is said that in the afternoon, there has been a frosty experience, idle and rich women often well-dressed, to go to a fixed cafe to drink coffee, like a ripe fruit, exudes the smell of a long experience of growing up, eye-catching.
53, afternoon time, into the corner of a coffee house, I like to sit in a window seat. Through the clear transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, you can lazily look at the street passing people in a hurry, but is not surrounded by the noisy hustle and bustle, replaced by elegant slow light music.
54, here, you can light a black cat cigarettes, wantonly puffed out a mouthful of long sorrow, because the postcard rests on the small round table in the open-air cafe, lipstick hidden in the handbag, people, in the faraway places.
55, once saw in the book, an Austrian poet this description of the cafe, a good cafe should be bright, but not ornate. The space should have a certain breath, but not just bitter, the master should be confidant, but not overly attentive.
56, the cafe played a melodious piano, warm sunlight shuttle in the breath of the gap, Shu if, long, all the emptiness of heaven and earth full.
57, I think the best thing is that I wrote my own wishes in the afternoon coffee shop guestbook, one day you also came to this cafe, to see my wishes, there are you.
58, this is what I want the cafe, a mother with a baby to go to the cafe, the mother can accompany the baby in the familiar aroma of coffee, but also with friends dating without worrying about the impact of the people around them, anyway, we are parents, the child's naughty will not make people frown, but instead of love and compassion.
59. The lights in the coffee house are dim, and the soothing, low-pitched music creates a sweet atmosphere. The flavor of the coffee was a little strange to him, but he drank out of the taste of happiness. For the first time alone relative to each other, their topics can not be unfolded, always outside the love wandering
60, Europe's coffee houses, Americans can say they are the aristocratic little widows, but the American town coffee houses, Europeans can say they are the countryside big fat girl.