Reading and Appreciation of the Prose "Coffee Story"

Coffee Story

On a leisurely afternoon, drizzle was falling in the sky. I walked endlessly along the boardwalk along the seaside, silently thinking about my own thoughts.

The drizzle is hazy, the vast sea stretches as far as the eye can see, and the fine waves hit the shore, splashing white waves. By chance, I found a chic and elegant coffee shop in front of me, so I stepped in.

Sitting at the bar was an elegant little girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old. I sat by the window and could see the sea view directly in front of me. I waved to the little girl at the bar, and she greeted me with a smile, her mouth showing two sweet dimples.

I ordered a cup of Blue Mountain coffee. The coffee was freshly ground. After a while, the hot coffee with strong aroma was served. The coffee is steaming, and the tangy fragrance makes you feel refreshed and pleasing to the eye even before you taste it. Take a sip of the hot coffee and you will feel the rich aroma, bitterness and sweetness, and a long aftertaste. Through the glass window, I found that the weather had cleared up after the rain. I looked towards the sparkling sea under the setting sun. Under the blue sky with floating white clouds, green pines were shaded, seagulls were flying, and yachts were speeding towards me. It's like an oil painting that is elegant and elegant, with heavy strokes and thick ink. In my ears, American jazz flows, and it sounds like "Yellow Ribbon on the Old Oak", sonorous, powerful, melodious.

On this occasion, you can forget the troubles of the world, throw away the unhappiness at work, let go of your mood, and give your soul a resting station, just like docking in a calm harbor. When dealing with Japanese businessmen, I know that almost all of them are workaholics, but they often go to such cafes to take a rest when they are exhausted.

I remember that time I went to Japan for business. President Yoshida, a customer in Tokyo, once took me to a relatively typical Japanese cafe. The furnishings inside were orderly and neat. When you walk in, the tables and chairs you see are brown, the wainscot is also brown, and the chair backs have soft and simple curves, just like the chairs in European cafes. At the entrance, there are wooden shoes with paintings of sailboats and windmills, purple glass vases, and ceramic ashtrays. A cute and exaggerated European man with a big nose stood there wearing a reddish-brown missionary robe.

I found that the people inside were quietly and carefully guarding their cups of fragrant coffee in front of the table, with their knees together and their bodies upright, just like the solemnity of the tea ceremony, chatting with friends, and from time to time. He took a sip mechanically. After that, he smacked his lips as if he was reminiscing.

I occasionally looked out the window, and the white curtains were slowly blown by the autumn wind. The leaves of the ginkgo outside had begun to turn yellow, golden, and really beautiful. Classical chamber music echoes gently in the space of the cafe, but it is deliberately intimate.

I think it’s a bit impressive how strict the Japanese are in everything they do. When a Japanese man put a half-empty white porcelain cup back into the saucer, he made a "ding" sound, which was clearly heard in the otherwise quiet room.

Sitting in a coffee shop facing the sea, I tried my best to bring my chaotic thoughts back to China.

I thought that sometimes, wonderful coffee can be enjoyed together with wine, so the feeling of "good wine and coffee" would be even more extraordinary.

Have a cup of Rose Romance coffee. The bright red roses are suspended in the cup, just like the red in the snow. The strong coffee aroma mixed with the aroma of wine will make you enchanted! Taking another sip of the fragrant and rich coffee, I was immersed in endless reverie: friends gathering together, chatting, becoming close friends, drinking cup after cup, meeting again; confidante, beautiful face, lovers looking at each other and smiling, How much affection is lingering; lovers smile when they meet, how much affectionate aftertaste, everything can be said without words.