Appreciation of beautiful articles: Savoring coffee on a rainy day

I don’t know why or when it started, but I particularly like rainy days. Whenever it rains, I always feel particularly cheerful. I always get used to standing in front of the window, looking at the fluttering rain lines in the sky outside the window like admiring a beautiful watercolor painting through the glass. Watching quietly, let your thoughts rise and fall as the raindrops float freely in your heart.

When people reach middle age, they no longer have the romance of young people, but the rain seems to have some kind of spiritual tacit understanding with me. When it rains, it seems that the rain has soaked into my dry heart, and my thoughts are flowing. The seeds are moistened by the rain, and the buds rush out of the ground. Because of this, every rainy day, my imagination is always very strong, and I always think of many things and people, and I always want to date a few people. Friends, find a tavern to drink a few glasses of strong wine, or lock yourself in a hut and take advantage of the wine to write about the various spiritual feelings on a rainy day.

It was another rainy day, but my heart couldn’t calm down, so I picked up an umbrella and walked out of the house, walking aimlessly on the street.

Fengrun City has developed rapidly in the past few years. The high-rise buildings and cars coming and going show its prosperity and wealth. However, the sudden rain made the entire city seem a little panicked and anxious to go home. People were walking in a hurry, without the calmness of the past, and the cars on the road were rushing back and forth with their flutes honking. Maybe it’s because people have different tastes in life. Hotels, karaoke bars, shops, supermarkets, and beauty salons are all over the streets in the city. They are so colorful that it’s dazzling. But what makes me most regretful is that in such a huge city, there are so many people. There is no high-end coffee house or tea house, which undoubtedly makes this bustling city show its lack of taste. For me, a very quiet person, this is a pity and shortcoming. I remembered that there seemed to be a coffee shop in Huanxiang River Park, so I hailed a taxi and rushed there.

The coffee house is very quiet, maybe because of the rainy day, there are few people, and it seems very quiet. The owner is playing Richard Clayderman's piano music "Whispers of Autumn" , the melodious tune filled the whole cabin, giving people a long-lost feeling of warmth and happiness. I chose a remote small table by the window and sat down, listening to the music quietly while waiting for the waiter. arrival.

I watched the waiter come to me with the coffee utensils, and skillfully let the rich brown coffee flow out with the tempting deliciousness, and poured the white coffee in a smooth and soothing rhythm. In a porcelain cup. The coffee found its space and gradually calmed down. I looked at it casually, lowered my head and gently smelled the strong fragrance it exuded, and slowly let my heart and coffee find some threads of melting. In harmony, I picked it up, put it to my lips, sipped it, and swallowed it gently. The bitter yet sweet coffee slowly soaked into my heart, flowing in my blood, and tasted it carefully. Listening to it, a wisp of fragrance fills the heart, making people feel refreshed. The soft and graceful piano music fills every corner of the coffee house, and every note is full and gentle, just like drinking The slightly tipsy red wine was flying freely and lingeringly. Looking up at the window, the sky and the earth outside the window have become one, and the drizzle that covers them is still floating and falling gracefully, flying and squandering. The music still accompanies me while I taste coffee, relaxing the meridians in my stressful life. At this time, the rain on the window, the music floating in the house, the fragrant coffee in the cup, and me who are physically and mentally exhausted form a picture. Beautiful landscapes, yes, coffee is the countryside and villages in the city, where people can rest, reminisce, and experience as much as they want, and it can also make people feel the pride and artistic conception of enjoying themselves.

I really like rainy days. There is no reason or beginning. I prefer to taste the delicious coffee on rainy days. Only by tasting coffee on rainy days can I taste the unique feeling of coffee. Drinking whatever flavor of coffee it rains in any season is a very pleasant thing, and the feeling is even more unique.

The rain in spring is as continuous as a line, and the singing and dancing seems to be a little confused and hazy. Then add some fine sugar to the coffee to make the coffee slightly sweet, become soft, close and considerate, and let the transpiration of the coffee match the drifting outside the window. The hazyness of the fluttering spring rain complements each other perfectly. Even if you don't drink it, you will still think in your heart: Winter is over, and you can't always be immersed in recalling the solemnity and hospitality wrapped in white snow in winter. Look, Isn’t spring coming just like this? The heavy rain in summer is pouring down the window. The curtain of water blocks out the outside world. When I hear the earth-shattering pouring rain outside the window, I will feel that the summer rain must be as magnificent and infinite as the climax of life. This rain Isn't it just a magnificent poem being written for a glorious life? Then we might as well put a Chinese blue flower porcelain plate and coffee cup in front of us to enjoy the coffee, call for cappuccino iced coffee, do not add sugar, let the strong bitterness of the coffee reach the depths of our souls, and enjoy the feeling of rain. The magnificence and the bitterness of the coffee, yes, the rare pouring rain is so urgent that it is still fresh in people's memories, but there are really unforgettable moments in life. The world you enter through hard work may belong to you, but that There can only be yourself inside. By the time the cold rain knocks on the window, a summer has passed, and the prosperity is gone. Only the yellow leaves of memories are left to fall leisurely in the autumn rain. I feel helpless in my reluctance, so I look out the window quietly, quietly. Listen quietly to the melodious piano music or the passionate saxophone. At this time, you must use a silver coffee pot and a silver coffee cup. Ning Jingling, everything will pass, everything may be maybe, everything that happens in life is It exists for a reason, and no reason is just a reason. Therefore, the sound of the autumn rain dripping on the leaves is saddened by the melodious music mixed with coffee. I think to myself, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain. Ah, you have been here when you should come or when you shouldn't come. Now that you are here, just go down gently and let go as much as you want. When it is time to go, you are destined to go, just like the coffee in the pot. After drinking a cup and then refilling it, the coffee is still coffee and my temperament will not change. As long as I still drink coffee when it rains, the feeling will still flow endlessly in my bones.