Essay on latte

I never put sugar in coffee, I just want such a bitter and astringent taste.

Maybe a long time ago, when I was lonely, I had a hazy love for coffee, and I always thought that the feeling should be like my first love, romantic, warm, but full of heartbreak, and coffee is the best foil for the depths of emotion, so I always thought that if I fell in love, the first place the two of them went together was a quiet coffee house, each holding a cup of warm coffee, with a soft and soothing saxophone in my ears, and a bottle of shy and shallow on the table'Roses, casually talking, rambling and gossiping, or saying nothing, just sitting quietly across from each other, staring at each other, the silence of this place is better than sound, and it is also the most real beauty.

And no one has been sitting opposite me, perhaps because there is no love and love, but I am alone and drinking alone, that lonely moment, but my heart is full of an intoxicating sadness.

Over the years, I have experienced too many vicissitudes, but I have never been loved because of love, in the shallow and long feelings, I have experienced heartbreak again and again, and I have tears again and again, but no one can solve the desolation, every night with me is just a cup of strong coffee, so that the bitterness fetters the tongue and go deep into the heart.

The girls I met got married one by one and became beautiful brides, every time I faced the pure white wedding dress and flowing lace, my heart was always throbbing as if I was nothing, and I was repeating the pain of being cut, I knew that maybe I could only be plain in this life.

Friends sit in front of them, coffee with sugar, spoonful by spoonful, the fragrant smell overflows the whole space, friends tell a very poignant story, I am listening quietly, it feels like coffee, although the first acquaintance is a kind of bitterness, for a long time, but so aftertaste.

I remember wandering once, returning to my homeland with a heart full of exhaustion and wind and frost, but the first thing I did was not to rush home, but to go to a coffee house that I used to go to. However, the old place revisited, but has long been unrecognizable, the previous faint lights and scenery have been replaced, into the most mediocre color, I am disappointed, and I also realized one thing in my heart, everything is changing, not forever, but it feels completely different for a long time, I used to go there alone to listen to **, the soft saxophone music is intoxicating, and now the noisy karaoke has banned too much tranquility and warmth, and I can no longer find the old mood, so I will never go to the coffee house again.

Maybe it's because I'm a nostalgic and laughing person, often when I drink coffee alone, I think of the salty past, stubbornly keep the sincerity of the past without changing, bit by bit welling up in my heart, and occasionally I am confused, but deep down, that helplessness is still the same melancholy pulse.

Coffee is always gradually cooling down, suddenly waking up from the past, the feeling of loneliness gradually drowns itself, the light is like a bean, the night is long, the mood of coffee is a taste of life.

Although my coffee complex is due to Shenyin, it contains the deep sentimentality of wandering, which truly contains the unchanging dream of my life.