On that rainy afternoon, I was sitting in a street corner cafe

On that rainy afternoon, I was sitting in a corner cafe, looking at the sparsely populated road through the foggy window, and I felt a little wet.

I don’t drink much coffee, but I still like to drink tea. However, I like the atmosphere of cafes, and I often go to cafes to sit and sit. I am also interested in the people and things happening in cafes.

Rainy days are the most likely to breed disorganized thoughts. This longing will be a small wooden gun that I played with when I was a child; this longing will be a joke made by my classmates in middle school; this longing will be the hurried footsteps when I am in love; this longing will be the sigh when my hair turns gray...

Look at the customers in twos and threes. Some are whispering to each other; some are chatting with each other; some are looking out the window in a daze; some are writing furiously. My heart is quiet, but my thoughts are mixed, just like the drizzle outside the window, careful but clueless, it just keeps falling and falling. The raindrops falling on the ground make the road wet, but they will not cause flooding. They will only make your heart moisturized and moisturized, which catches you a little off guard.

Speaking of coffee, Voltaire liked to drink coffee with chocolate when working. He drank coffee for 65 years.

Balzac was a person who valued coffee as his life. People will never forget his famous saying: "When I'm not at home, I'm in the cafe. If I'm not in the cafe, I'm on the way to the cafe." ”

When Picasso first arrived in France, he was short of money and could only rely on those paintings that were not yet valuable in exchange for room and board in cafes.

As for Napoleon, he also loved drinking coffee throughout his life. He said of coffee: "The right amount of strong coffee excites me and gives me warmth and unusual strength."

Back then, people especially liked to go to Vienna’s coffeehouses. The locals regarded them as cultural institutions. It was also a democratic club. You could buy a cup of coffee and talk there all day long.

Hemingway traveled around the world, and he hoped that people would "Farewell to Arms" and "The Sun Also Rises" at the harmonious ending of "The Old Man and the Sea". When Hemingway recalled the road he had traveled in the past, he was surprised to find that he was actually a stranger who lingered in various cafes.

The rain is still falling. I knew that the rain would not stop for a while, so I sat in the corner cafe and thought about it. Even though I’m not a big coffee drinker, I ordered a cup of Starbucks Rwanda Blue Bourbon Coffee. The waiter said it has high acidity and aromas of cherries, butter and various nuts. As soon as it hits the palate, it’s true. This coffee really has a long aftertaste, just like my current thoughts...