1. A cup of coffee brings a lifetime of happiness.
2. Time is like a cup of coffee, the longer it lasts the stronger it gets.
3. Coffee is life, both bitter and sweet are included.
4. Coffee has been scented, but the bitterness is still with me.
5. Coffee in the right hand, poetry in the left.
6. Love, a misunderstanding, is a little more dangerous than caffeine.
7. There is a fairy tale in the coffee shop, and I met him again.
8. The heart, very bitter, like a cup of coffee that forgot to put sugar.
9. A cup of coffee, warm like an ocean.
10. Coffee says: even sugar is sweet to the point of mourning.
11. The sourness and bitterness of espresso, the sweetness and intensity of plum wine.
12. Full of floating caffeine aroma, hooked on it, can not stop.
13. Boil a pot of coffee, carefully filtered, no sugar, no milk, only a little salt, enjoy the years of not using the fancy coffee cups, for a time, all the people or things, on the thick fog, slowly, slowly, dispersed, faded.
14. Coffee bitter and sweet, not how to stir, but whether to put sugar.
15. The aroma of light coffee fills every inch of your breath.
2. Poems about coffee1. Coffee is life, both bitter and sweet are included.
2. The world of coffee is small, but absolutely exquisite and deep.
3. Coffee has no mood, and it is only the coffee drinker who is in the mood.
4, the coffee flavor in the air, making me miss the lost love affair.
5, a cup of coffee is cold, there is always another cup of boiling on the stove we witnessed the end of days in the cafe.
6, sitting alone diagonally in a corner of the coffee house, the lights dim hair case, no coffee and snacks, only a cup of water.
7, people focus on their own hearts when it is a wonderful beauty, this beauty is like the flavor of coffee, intoxicating.
8. Coffee becomes more flavorful when it is ground over and over again, and our feelings are more solid in the collision day by day.
9, put a cup of coffee on the desk, I will savor the bitter taste, in fact, it leaves itself not bitter but not yet finished.
10, in fact, coffee is like drinking, some people only like beer, some people only like red wine, some people are drinking what wine.
11, you will not suddenly appear, in the corner of the coffee shop, I will bring a smile, and you pleasantries, not to say the old days, just pleasantries, to say a word to you, just say a word, long time no see.
12, many people do not like the coffee that burst of bitter flavor, especially carbon burning, that a far more bitter than traditional Chinese medicine dozens of times the taste, a lot of people are said to accept.
13, the daybreak, another tomorrow, drink a mouthful of coffee, looking at the cup of residue, smiled, know, edge to edge, just like the cycle of day and night, the edge of the end of the day, but the days still need to continue to wander.
14, like in a moonlight sprinkled winter night night, wearing a headset, holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee, a person alone time, enjoying the song brings the good.
3. Poems describing coffeePart 1: Coffee is not bitter
City lights
Shake away the midnight, shake away the heart
After your hurried back
A cup of coffee
Cold into the same shadow as the fall
Coffee is not bitter
Bitterness is the parting of the world
After the shake away the lingering midnight
I'm the wolf who leads his neck alone
Sadness
A long howl
In the sky
The wind and the moon are faintly visible
In front of the stage
A delicate pocket
Splashes a piece of the past
And your eyes
Dissolve into the bottom of the sepia table
You're the one who's been in the darkest of moods.
Your eyes are my eyes
Your heart is my heart
Your smile is my smile
Your voice is my voice
Midnight
Shake away the heart
Half of you dissolve into the night
Half of you dissolve into the bottom of my heart
Coffee isn't bitter
Part II. Bitter Coffee
Watching the wind blowing outside the window
With a bitter intoxication
Picking up the porcelain mug
Smiling blandly
Drinking up the sadness
Watching the birds flying in the air
A kind of loneliness
But after the pain
I haven't yet learned
What's wrong with the fate
The fate is not right.
A pot of bitter coffee
With the sweet and sour dew
Facing it frankly
No need to regret
Savor the taste of growing up
A full cup of
Bitter coffee
The beauty of the green and bitter
Waiting for the maturity to sink into the cup
And then you can taste the preciousness of the bitter sweetness
Looking at the wild chrysanthemums in the wind
There's a kind of charm
Then I know that after the winter
I have to be strong
So that I won't get tired
Watching the snow fall and the grass fly
It's a kind of unyielding cycle
It's always a reminder of the cold
The cold is over. After the cold
Spring will follow
Make a pot of bitter coffee
With the sweet and sour dew
Face it frankly
No regrets
Savor the taste of growing up in it
A full cup of
Bitter Coffee
The beauty of the green bitterness is dispersed
When maturity settles into the cup
When the maturity settles into the cup
Then taste the preciousness of the bitter sweetness
Article 3: Afternoon Coffee
The winter sun
Paces with quiet steps
In the afternoon, slipping into the reopened window
Coffee, vapor and I
Bathe together in tranquility
Sleep, gradually lowering their sorrowful heads
The sunshine of the winter sun is a great help to me. The sadness of my own head
It was the cold breeze
that woke me up
The cup of thick ripples
Article 4: Walking through the coffee house
There are mountains, water, flowers, and love
In this city that makes people forget to come back to the city, the car
is still running the rugged, endless, love route
The sunlight is circling the valley, and it's not the end of the day.
The sunlight in the valley, circling and spreading
The bustling streets, many strange faces
But there is only one you and I, for which we stopped our steps
The warm, sweet, dreamy
The former lively and quiet, coffee house for me
Once and for all, around the point of thinking about you
The sound of the night siren, knocking on the heart and the heart of the * * * * * * *
The night of the car whistle, knocking on the heart of the heart and the heart of the heart and the heart of the heart and the heart of the heart and the heart of the heart and the heart of the heart.
This night, this coffee house, only you and I, quietly
Tasting the sweetness of the night, stopping the eyes of tenderness
The rose in the palm of the hand, in the hot bloom
The night, can not stop the heart of the world of the red face
Messed up in this life, drunken red face, destroyed the door of the heart
Quiet, the coffee house of the clamor; sweet, cake smiling face.
The coffee house is filled with the love of roses
The city's pomp and circumstance can't erase the sacrifice of love
Embracing the hearts of the soon-to-be-separated, there is no sadness
There are no tears, but there is more fondness and entanglement
There is no oath, but I believe that this life will always be in our hearts
Legends of the songs that float around the moment of acquaintance between us
The song of the legend is a song about a time when you met us.
The coffee house smiles, and you and I say goodbye in the music
Let love run aground here, aground in the city
Stranded in the silence of this coffee house, love forever
Part V: Coffee
Open the window
Let the fragrance of this stream of bitterness float
The most tender tongue
Like brown eyes, calmly intoxicated
In the tiny translucent cup
A slight force
Let it swirl helplessly
Splashed out a few tears that wanted to cry
An element of joy
Settled down
Faded away into the already cold coffee
4. Poetry1. Coffee is life, both bitter and sweet are included in it.
2. The world of coffee is small, but absolutely exquisite and deep. 3. Coffee is not in the mood, and what is in the mood is just the person who drinks it.
4, the coffee flavor in the air, making me miss the lost love. 5, a cup of coffee is cold, there is always another cup of boiling on the stove we witnessed the end of days in the coffee shop.
6, alone sitting diagonally in a corner of the coffee house, the lights dim hair case, no coffee and snacks, only a cup of water. 7, people focus on their own hearts is a wonderful beauty, this beauty is like the flavor of coffee, intoxicated.
8, coffee becomes more fragrant in one grinding, our feelings are also more solid in the collision day by day. 9, put a cup of coffee on the desk, I will savor the bitter taste, in fact, it is not left to their own bitter but not yet finished.
10, in fact, coffee is like drinking, some people only like beer, some people only like red wine, some people but what wine are drinking. 11, you will not suddenly appear, in the corner of the coffee shop, I will bring a smile, and your pleasantries, not to say the old days, but just pleasantries, and you say, just say, long time no see. 12, you will not be able to see you, I will not be able to see you. 13, you will not be able to see you, I will not be able to see you. 14, you will not be able to see you, I will not be able to see you.
12, many people do not like the coffee that burst of bitter flavor, especially carbon burning, that a far more bitter than traditional Chinese medicine dozens of times the taste, a lot of people are said to be unacceptable. 13, the day dawned, and another tomorrow, drink a mouthful of coffee, looking at the cup of slag Yu, laughed, and know, margins to margins, as if the day and night, margins, the day but also need to continue to roam.
14, like in a moonlight sprinkled winter night night, wearing a headset, holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee, a person alone time, enjoying the song to bring the good.
5. Poems about coffeeWhen did you study coffee, kid? , --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -- Love cappuccino on the love of loneliness - the inscription I am an extremely picky person, not referring to my people, I am very easy-going, just my picky about drinks is incredible, there was a friend laughed and said: "You people are very open-minded, why do you eat things so picky?" The implication was that he was very unhappy with my choices. I don't care what anyone says, I can't afford to treat my "weak" stomach. I know it's hard for me to adapt my eating habits to my environment, but my stomach is so stubborn that I can't change it. No matter what the occasion, I only drink water, milk, fruit juice, and hot drinks are the best. Alcohol and other beverages were never part of my diet. I have tried to drink other drinks, once down, feel like a million balloons in the stomach floating, flatulence dizzy. Alcohol and the like were just as much of a deterrent. In those gray years, I had used the whole bottle of alcohol to get myself completely drunk, and that kind of vomiting makes me still have palpitations when I think about it. Cappuccino is the first time I met her, she is a soft and somewhat romantic woman, cappuccino is her favorite. (Usually I also have the habit of drinking coffee) since I read the article she wrote: stirring the cup of cappuccino white cream such as foam rippling in the air filled with a tantalizing aroma such as a fairy tale in the beautiful and illusory love gently sip on a mouthful of that rich aroma will be in an instant to the throat and then immersed into the abdomen there is a mellow warmth layers of tolerance, and then the next is a thick and bitter I know that the coffee is the taste of the bitter and lonely, just like that quietly, the taste of coffee. Bitterness and loneliness, just like the fairy tale of love that passes away, beautiful as it may be, it's like a breeze blowing by, faint and without traces, slowly tasting and experiencing it, after the bitterness is gone, there's also a slight sweetness that remains on your lips and overflows in your heart, that other kind of taste that makes it hard for you to let it go, and also hard to give it up, the mysterious and unforgettable cappuccino, in this windy night, your taste once again surfaces, and from then on, I'll never be able to abandon you, your bitterness, your temptation, will become a permanent part of my heart, and will always be. Your temptation will become an eternal memory in my heart ...... I fell in love with cappuccino because there was little hot water and drinks at work, and the only hot drink at the only coffee shop in the neighborhood was bitter coffee, which was hard for me to swallow. Cappuccino, had a different flavor. I have been firmly and uncomplainingly in love with it ever since. Cappuccino, what a beautiful name, an extraordinarily faraway fragrance of the drink, every day I have to hold a cup, looking at the hot breath from the cup holes slowly emerging, a refreshing flavor will be drilled into the nostrils, that moment of comfort and tranquility is any drink can not be replaced. I do not know whether I am in love with its heat or in love with its overflow, but I know in love with cappuccino in love with loneliness, when a mouthful of sip into the mouth, a kind of happiness, satisfaction, warmth will be full of heart, all the unhappiness, all the troubles have escaped without a trace, in the satisfaction of more than some loneliness. Love has many kinds, happiness has many kinds, just like my single love cappuccino, Xu is one of the love and happiness it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- beautiful coffee In the morning One o'clock. Probably the hardest thing I have to do right now is to accept the fact that it's already "tomorrow" which I'm afraid of. Oh yeah, homework is due today. Hurriedly flipping through my notes, the bookmark that had been with me for years caught my attention for the first time. It was given to me by one of my best friends. She went to a different school, in a different city. I remember what she said to me when she gave me this gift. It seemed like a few philosophical words. But I can't remember. All these years later, I just took this bookmark as a symbol and a reminder of our friendship. But never paid attention to what was on it. Tonight, as I was preparing for a night of torture, the pattern on the bookmark finally caught my eye: on the front was a view of a sunrise on the beach. A person, small, with a bit of sadness, but cozy, enjoying the beautiful sunrise on the beach. The back of the bookmark is a simple cartoon. A few strokes outlined a steaming, aromatic cup of coffee. I wasn't sure how to make sense of the paragraph in English next to it. "The beauty of life" or "the beauty of life"? I don't think it's too far off. I am a coffee lover, especially freshly ground Kona black coffee. But I never thought of coffee as the beauty of life. Much less did I expect coffee to make life beautiful. I only know that a cup of strong coffee can make me excited now. In fact, what is not beautiful in life? Spring, summer, fall and winter, each season is beautiful in the eyes of romantic people. Mountains, grasslands, rivers, canyons, poets can write poems of praise wherever they go. Even the parched, dead desert is celebrated. Why not? You went to the Gobi
6. Who can come to a few poems about coffeeLook at the one I provided how, I still have on the computer Oh, the owner needs I can send you!
Coffee
I often go alone to taste the bitterness of coffee
When I feel tired
When I feel happy
When I feel sad
In every different coffee shop
Moods are different at all times
Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet
But more than that, it's a serenity.
Leaning on the sofa in the cafe
Listening to the melodious soft music
Sipping a cup of strong mocha
Your mood will be relaxed
You will feel the beauty of life
Drinking coffee is the pursuit of a sense of a kind of atmosphere, an atmosphere, a state of mind, a relaxation
Cappuccino is a symbol of romance
The cappuccino is the most important part of the caffeine industry, and the most important part of the coffee industry. Cappuccino embodies romance
Mocha Blue Mountain reveals the depth
Starbucks gives people the passion
Whether it's romance, depth, or passion
The most important thing is that you can find the feeling that you like in coffee
7.1. Part 1: Coffee is not bitter
City lights
Shaking away the midnight, shaking away the heart
After your hasty back
A cup of coffee
Cold as the shadow of the autumn
Coffee is not bitter
Bitterness is the parting
After the shaking of the lingering midnight
I am the one who leads the neck alone. > I'm the wolf who leads his neck alone
Sadness
A long howl
In the sky
The wind and the moon are faint
In front of the table
A delicate pocket
Splashes a past story like ink
And your eyes
Dissolve into the bottom of the table in sepia
Your eyes are my eyes
Your eyes are my eyes. Your eyes are my eyes
Your heart is my heart
Your smile is my smile
Your voice is my voice
Midnight
Shake away the heart
Half of you dissolves into the night
Half of you dissolves into the bottom of my heart
Coffee isn't bitter
2.
Looking out of the window, the wind blew
Through the cold intoxication
Picked up a porcelain mug
Smiled lightly
Drinking up the sadness
Looking at the air, the birds flew
A kind of loneliness
However, after the pain
Not yet know
The fate of the right and wrong
The fate of the wrong and wrong
The fate of the wrong
The fate of the wrong and the wrong
The fate of the wrong and the wrong
The fate of the wrong and the wrong
The fate of the wrong and the wrong
I see the chrysanthemums in the wind
a kind of charm
I know that after the winter
I have to be strong
so that I won't get tired
I see the snow falling and the grass flying
a kind of unyielding cycle
a reminder of the past
After the cold, the spring will follow me
I'll be able to enjoy my life in the future.
Spring will follow
Brew a pot of
bitter coffee
With the sweet and sour dew
Face it frankly
No need for regrets
Savor the taste of growing up in it
A full cup of
bitter coffee
Disperses the beauty of the green bitterness
Waiting for the maturity to sink in. head
It is the cold breeze
that wakes up
That cup of thick ripples
Part 4: Walking through the coffee house
There are mountains, water, flowers, and love
This city that makes people forget to come back to the city, the car
Is still running that rugged, no end, love route
The sunlight in the
This night, this coffee house, only you and I, quietly
Tasting the sweetness of the night, stopping the eyes of tenderness
Rose in the palm of the hand, in the hot bloom
The night, can not stop the heart of the world of the red face
Messed up in this life, drunken red face, destroyed the door of the heart
Quiet, the coffee house of the clamor; sweet, cake
The coffee house is filled with the love of roses
The city's glitz and glamour can't erase the sacrifice of love
The hearts of those who embrace the soon to be separated have no sadness
There are no tears, but there is more fondness and entanglement
There is no oath, but I believe that this life will always be in our hearts
The legendary song of the moment of our acquaintance
The song of the saga floats around
The song of the moment of the acquaintance
The coffee house has a smile and the cake has been sweet.
The coffee house smiles, and you and I say goodbye in the music
Let love run aground here, aground in the city
Stranded in the silence of this coffee house, love forever
4. Part 4: Coffee
Open the window
Let the fragrance of this stream of bitter float
The softest of tongues
Feeling : pain!
Like brown eyes, calmly intoxicated
In the tiny translucent cup
A slight force
Made it swirl helplessly
Splashed out a few tears that wanted to cry
An element of joy
Settled down
Faded away into the already-cold coffee
8. Describing the coffee shop Sentences(1) This coffee house is not very luxurious, but rather very simple, the difference is that this coffee house has a lot of flowers, because the owner of this coffee house is very good at raising flowers 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.
(2) 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 have not found for the time being ... ... now renamed to the north brown. I had originally planned to go to Coffee Workshop, but the last time I went there was two years ago... A long time ago, one of the reasons I wanted to move to the city was to find a quiet and cozy place to spend an afternoon when I had time, and maybe have some kind of chance encounter or something.
There are very few coffee houses in Hangzhou, and the big coffee shops like Starbucks, Phoebe's, Peach's, and Costa's are no fun at all, just noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy. (3) Saturday afternoon, we sat in the coffee house chat, I like the mood of the coffee house, like it in the details of the aesthetic feeling, with elegant and romantic combination.
(4) We continued to walk forward, a strong smell of coffee came to my nose, I took a deep breath, the mood is more comfortable. We entered this coffee house and felt as if it was a paradise.
A crystal-clear stream separates the whole coffee house into two parts. One side is covered by the eaves of the brilliant sunshine, in the hot summer, facing the breeze, sipping coffee, seems to have come to a paradise; the other side of the direct sunlight, in the warm afternoon, lying in the rattan chairs, sunbathing, sipping coffee, is also a very pleasant thing.
(5) Coffee house, and romantic music accompaniment, she picked the meeting place in such an elegant place. When he came, she opened her eyes wide and looked incredulously at the man she grew up with.
How could it be him? (6) The lights in the coffee house were dim, and the soothing, low-pitched music brewed a sweet atmosphere. The flavor of the coffee was a little strange to him, but he drank out of happiness.
The first time they were alone, they couldn't start a conversation, and always wandered away from love. (7) Sitting alone in a corner of the coffee house, the light was dim, and there was no coffee or snacks, just a glass of water. (8) Every time I walk into the coffee house, I always sit alone on the window seat, looking out the window at the people coming and going.
I like that when I look at the sky the sky is the blue you see instead of the darkness I see. I, too, think of your smile, the warmth of holding hands, the warmth of clinging to each other.
(9) into the coffee house, she entered the room and rushed to the boss said to ask for two cups of black tea, and then went straight up to the second floor and sat down. San'er first time into such an atmospheric place, it is inevitable that some overwhelmed.
After sitting down and looking around, there are a few couples sitting inside, and he also found a foreigner with a netbook on the Internet. This does not matter if you do not look at it, a look at it makes him feel more and more uncomfortable.
And then look at sitting across from her Juanzi, early has taken out the cell phone to play, a look at this situation specified not the first time. The boss sent the black tea over in a while.
Although the boss is a man, but gives a person the feeling of very quiet, the tone of voice is also very gentle. www.duwenz.Com (10) Finally, in that climbing vine coffee house, he found her at the door.
Ena sat in a windowed corner, her back to the door. But Irving recognized the hair, the stance, and the dress she wore.
This light blue dress that Irvine had seen in that willow-flecked window. Also, the purple silk scarf he knew so well wrapped around the strap of a shoulder bag at her side.
(11) I don't like coffee, but I like the mood of a coffeehouse. Our unexpected encounter, perhaps a kind of fate, thank God, we learn to cherish! (12) In the afternoon, 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 not by the noisy hustle and bustle around, replaced by elegant slow light music. (13) I'm just an ordinary girl, occasionally will be petty, go to the coffee house to drink coffee, listening to light music, looking at a page of magazines from the bag out of the window, looking at the people coming and going people, and then intentionally think of those who rush through the people, they are in the ordinary for their ordinary and in the efforts to fight for the extraordinary, whether they will have such a leisurely afternoon, drinking such a fragrance! The afternoon tea.
Can not help but from the heart a little bit of joy, deliberately say, they do not, they are so poor. I was rejoicing in my ordinariness.