The taste of early summer

Rebecca noctilucent cup smells of coffee and flowers, which are fragrant through the hall and the window. This is the leisurely taste of early summer.

In late spring and early summer, green is becoming more and more dignified and thriving. Listen carefully to the cicada suddenly falling, the water lily quietly blooming, and my mind is a vague shadow in my memory.

I like the wind in early summer best all year round. Gentle cleansing, blowing on the face is warm and slightly drunk. The smell of sunshine in early summer in Shanghai has permeated the whole city. In Taiyuan, my hometown, it's still warm and cold. After Grain Rain, all the flowers disappeared and the wheat straw gradually rested. Thin apricots are getting fatter and fatter, from green to green, and the branches and leaves are drooping in the sun, saying, enjoy the sunshine, summer is coming! The old man playing chess under the jujube tree was absorbed, and occasionally bees and butterflies danced, and a gust of wind swept them away, and the fluttering jujube flowers were fine and golden everywhere.

In Greek, coffee represents strength and enthusiasm, which is my spiritual need. In the early summer afternoon, I left the computer and went to a familiar cafe nearby after a day's work. This is a habit of firm determination. A person was in a daze, chatting with three or five confidants, living in the magic capital, and the pressure brought by the sonorous rhythm was great, and I hid for a while. Time goes by and stops breathing slowly. People who like to have a heated conversation or discussion consciously sit outside, and the waiter will come right away without calling.

Strip-shaped wooden floors extend all the way to the depths of the steps, with patches of full of green and several pomegranate flowers that have not been fully released. Wooden chair. Wooden table. A cat fell asleep under a huge white umbrella. When someone passed by it, it immediately opened its eyes, sat down, stood on its front legs, looked up and looked around without fear. Someone carefully put a cake in front of it. The cat just sniffed and stared at the man as usual. Suddenly, it disappeared like a wisp of smoke in the blink of an eye, and I was in a trance. I look like an abandoned person. I remember Natsume Soseki said that cats are the only animals that eventually tame human beings, and they are born with this privilege.

Facing the street, the road is the stage. If there is no one kissing next to your lover, hold up your phone and take a selfie. Shining windows in the sun, cars coming and going, and crowded people are all elements of the city, which reminds me of Wong Kar-wai's 2046. Maggie Cheung and Tony Leung Chiu Wai met face to face, silent, and a voice came from the aroma, "I like to sit in a coffee shop and watch people, especially women …" On the winding wooden bridge, someone was holding a photo party, and the click was endless. On the blackboard in front of the coffee shop, the slogan changes every day-"In this cup of coffee, I see the sunshine in early summer."

I turned around, and someone in the corner was wearing a Bluetooth headset in his ear, bowing his head and tapping his notebook. Don't feel idle and busy with work. I can't help thinking of Van Gogh's Cafe. This coffee shop is located in the neighborhood of my home, not to mention its scale, pattern and personality, with warm fabric sofas, green orchids on the windowsill and blooming geraniums. People and things I saw and heard when I was young seem to move me more, as do plants and trees. For example, the geranium in front of me, a civilian flower, seems to be seen from one pot to another as long as I can remember, standing on someone else's windowsill in a patchwork way, waiting for someone to come from winter to summer?

Far away, I heard vendors hawking, and a melodious female voice came from their phonograph-"Lang is/Nong is a peach blossom petal/but Lang blows/Nong is heart-warming ..." Did the poet next door walk here a hundred years ago? There is a piano hanging on the wall opposite the door, and the words "Who is a bosom friend?" are written in small letters in the lower right corner. I found an old illustration on the shelf, which turned out to be Thunderstorm handwritten by Shanghai Ancient Books Bookstore.

The aroma of coffee passed through the hall and the window, and the aroma was overflowing. This kind of private cafe never advertises, and it is completely passed on by word of mouth. As soon as you step in, you will be surprised. Pushing open the old wooden door, it is an exquisite yard of flowers and plants. When it rains, find a window seat, as if there is a river in front of you and you can see another world. The old paulownia tree has withered and the cafe has been open for more than a year. Suddenly one day, it bloomed. ...

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