To you it’s just a cup of coffee, to me it’s half my life

? I encountered coffee after I was 20 years old. I still remember that the first time I tasted it was the clear coffee brewed slowly by my elder brother in a drip coffee machine. When the thick burnt aroma filled the whole room, there was a small excitement of anticipation.

When my brother made me a glass, I hurriedly took a sip. Oops, it was so bitter. I felt that the taste was not much different from that of cough drops. From then on, I only had a good impression of coffee. In that good smell that lingers throughout the room.

Later on, as more and more instant coffee commercials appeared on TV, the hairy-footed daughter-in-law came to please her future parents-in-law, the couple who had a seven-year itch bonded over a cup of coffee after a meal, and the couple yawned endlessly. Many people who work overtime rely on "rich and delicious food to keep their spirits up"... Every down-to-earth advertisement can arouse people's desire to buy.

Coffee gradually entered the homes of ordinary people, but I drank the common three-in-one coffee as malted milk. As a student, my weight soared to "strong and strong. Fat? I can’t tell the difference.”

In the year of my birth, I happened to pass by the Ouluo Coffee House on Urumqi North Road. The big advertisement for "freshly ground coffee" and the familiar and burnt aroma strongly attracted me to push the door and take a seat. The smiling service girl recommended cappuccino, saying that girls like to drink it. I remember that it was an early autumn afternoon, the shadows of trees were flickering outside the window, and the coffee was rich indoors. The merchants played Elva Hsiao's song "Love is Cappuccino" - Love is Cappuccino, the bitter and beautiful taste... .

The layers of fluffy milk foam in my cup are more like the endless dreams one after another at that time. They are beautiful and attractive but cannot withstand the beating. Fortunately, I had the youth that could withstand squandering at that time. The setting sun at that time shone through the window frame on the young face, and the bare cheeks shone with a moving light.

? Just like a friendship that will last for many years, Min and Zhen’s bestie gatherings are designated to be in this cafe. At that time, I often swung the racket with them on the badminton court until my back was dripping with sweat, and slowly swayed to the old place with the racket on my back, completely ignoring the danger of absorption after exercise, a pizza, a few cups of coffee, and gossiping. workplace. The uncle sitting next to us must have looked at us with envy, jealousy, and jealousy. He saw these girls eating vigorously in the middle of the night, chattering, and squandering their youth with nowhere to go. At that time, I was still a cappuccino addict, but I gradually stopped adding sugar. I felt that the light bitter taste could better reflect the frustrations in my life.

? At that time, there were many teachers and students from the Drama School who were frequent visitors to Ouluo. The actor who played Meixia in "The Debt" often ordered a cup of espresso here alone and hid in the corner. She took small sips and sipped gently, and often lit a cigarette and blew out the smoke rings. I didn't dislike her because she was very beautiful and kind. Unfortunately, I rarely saw her on TV again. She really looked like her. The foam on the coffee floats quietly somewhere.

Then coffee became an indispensable habit in life. I would have a cup of it when I was tired to refresh myself, when I was tired to relieve fatigue, or when I was full after eating. Recently, I have become more and more fond of freshly brewed coffee. The rich aroma of roasted coffee always makes me feel refreshed. My taste gradually turned to latte. The richness of coffee and the comfort of milk always made me feel that life is gradually like this cup of coffee. I have dreams in my heart, but they are more practical than the flashy illusions that are as ethereal as foam. The childhood friends have settled down and started their own businesses, but it is rare to see them in the same city. I wonder if their tastes have also quietly changed with the changes in their circumstances?

? My father is a coffee drinker like me. Every year when we passed by the Hongqiao High-speed Railway Station after visiting my mother’s grave, my sister and I would always accompany him to the Starbucks inside for a drink. The three of us sat on a high stool, drinking coffee, talking and laughing, and swinging our legs gently. Dad was as leisurely as an old naughty boy at that moment.

My father loves mocha. Every time I see him take a slow sip, surrounded by the overflowing aroma, the sweetness must have taken over his taste buds instantly. Dad often describes to me the reason why he loves mocha - the addition of chocolate sauce and milk completely drives away the bitterness of the coffee itself.

I also seemed to gradually understand my father during my tea drinking in the future. He had already met countless people and experienced ups and downs, but it was rare for him to retain his most essential and simple thoughts, like a child who did not bother to taste tastes other than sweetness. , maintaining a strong, sweet taste, just like leaving the most lively and bright colors on the canvas of life.

Later, my father, who loved the aroma of coffee, left. On the fourth day after he left, I accidentally went to the cafe where my father would go and ordered a cup of his favorite coffee. Mocha. The familiar latte art appeared in front of me, but the seat opposite was empty. My tears flowed down uncontrollably. That afternoon, the clerk didn't ask me the reason for my sadness. He just silently handed me tissues one after another while I was in tears. I sat there blankly for a while, accompanied by a cup of coffee that was gradually cooling down and a cup of coffee. Waves of nostalgia come one after another.

As I grow older, I feel more and more like coffee is like a person’s life. Sweetness or bitterness is often determined by one’s own mentality. Everyone is the barista of their own destiny. From screening, roasting, grinding, and modulation, just like the birth of a cup of coffee, from seed to cup, a series of processes have devoted their own efforts.

? Whether you are calm or anxious, controlling your wrist strength and slight changes in breath will affect the taste of the finished coffee. The life of coffee continues, and any taste is a true reflection of life. You can only accept it calmly, without regrets about the past and without fear of the future.