Poetry about drinking coffee 1. Poetry about coffee
Son, when did you start learning coffee? A very picky person doesn't represent me. I am easy-going, but my picky about drinks is unbelievable. A friend once said with a smile, "You are very open-minded. Why are you so picky about what you eat? " The implication is that I am not satisfied with my choice. I don't care what others say, and I can't treat my delicate stomach badly. I know my eating habits are difficult to adapt to the environment, but my stomach is too stubborn for me to change. No matter what occasion, I only drink water, milk and juice, and hot drinks are the best. Never touch your mouth with drinks like alcohol. I tried to drink other drinks, and when I swallowed them, I felt 10 thousand balloons floating in my stomach, making me dizzy with flatulence. Things like alcohol also discourage me. In those gray years, I completely drunk myself with a whole bottle of wine, and the feeling of rolling and vomiting still reminds me today. I first met cappuccino after I met her. She is a gentle and romantic woman, and cappuccino is her favorite. I also have the habit of drinking coffee. ) Since I read the article she wrote: The white cream cappuccino stirred in the cup rippled like foam, and the air was filled with attractive fragrance, like beautiful and illusory love in fairy tales. After taking a sip, the rich aroma immediately rushed to the throat, then immersed in the stomach, with a mellow warm current and then a strong bitterness. I know coffee tastes bitter and lonely. Although the fairy tale of love that has passed away quietly is beautiful, it has no trace like a breeze. After savoring the bitterness, there is still a little sweetness in my heart. That smell is hard to get rid of, and I can't bear to give up the mysterious and unforgettable cappuccino. On this windy night, your smell reappears leisurely. From now on, I can't give up your bitterness, and your temptation will be my heart forever. Memory ... I fell in love with cappuccino, because there were few hot water and drinks at work, and the only hot drink in the nearby coffee shop was only bitter coffee, which made it difficult for me to swallow. Cappuccino has different flavors. From then on, I fell in love with it unswervingly and without regrets. Cappuccino, what a beautiful name, is a mellow drink. Holding a cup every day, watching the hot breath slowly emerge from the hole of the cup, a refreshing smell will vaguely float into my nose. That instant comfort and tranquility can't be replaced by any drink. I don't know whether I love its heat or its fragrance, but I know that falling in love with cappuccino means falling in love with loneliness. When I sip into my mouth, a kind of happiness, satisfaction and warmth will fill my heart. All the unhappiness and troubles will escape without a trace, and I will be more lonely when I am satisfied. There are many kinds of love, and there are many kinds of happiness, just like I have a crush on cappuccino, and maybe it is one of them. Perhaps the hardest thing now, but what must be done is to accept the fact that it has reached the "tomorrow" I am afraid of. Oh, by the way, the homework is due today. Looking through my notes in a hurry, the bookmark that accompanied me for many years caught my attention for the first time. My best friend gave it to me. She went to different schools in different cities. I remember what she said to me when she gave me this gift. It seems to be a few philosophical words. But I don't remember. These years have passed, and I just take this bookmark as a symbol and memorial of our friendship. But I have never paid attention to the above content. Tonight, when I was preparing for a night of torture, the pattern on the bookmark finally caught my attention: there is a sunrise by the sea in front. A person, small and sad, is enjoying the beautiful sunrise on the beach. On the back of the bookmark is a simple cartoon. A few ticks and a cup of hot coffee will come out. I'm not sure how to understand the next English word. A Beautiful Life or A Beautiful Life? I think the meaning is not much different. I like coffee, especially freshly ground Kona black coffee. But I never thought that coffee was the beauty of life. I dare not expect coffee to make life better. I only know that a cup of fragrant coffee can make me very excited now. In fact, what's not beautiful in life? In the eyes of romantic people, every season is beautiful. Mountains, grasslands, rivers and canyons, poets can write praises wherever they go. Even the dry and lifeless desert was praised. Why not sing a hymn? You went to Gobi.
2. Poems about coffee
1. Coffee is life, with ups and downs.
2. The world of coffee is small, but it is absolutely exquisite and profound. 3, coffee is not in the mood, only people who drink coffee are in the mood.
The aroma of coffee hovers in the air, which makes me miss my lost love. One cup of coffee is cold, there is always another cup on the stove. We witnessed eternity in the cafe.
6, a person sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, dimly lit, no coffee and snacks, only a glass of water. 7. It is a wonderful beauty when people focus on their own hearts. This kind of beauty is like the taste of coffee, which is intoxicating.
8. Coffee has become more mellow in repeated grinding, and our feelings have become more intense in daily collisions. 9, put a cup of coffee on the table, I will savor its bitterness, in fact, it left me not bitter but wanting more.
10 Actually, coffee is like drinking. Some people only like beer, some people only like red wine, and some people drink all kinds of wine. 1 1, will you suddenly appear? At the coffee shop on the corner, I will greet people with a smile, don't talk about the past, just say hello, just say, long time no see.
12, many people don't like the bitter taste of coffee, especially charcoal burning, which is dozens of times more bitter than traditional Chinese medicine. Many people find it hard to accept. 13, it's dawn, it's another tomorrow, take a sip of coffee, look at the residue in the cup, laugh, understand, fate has come and gone, just like the cycle of day and night, the fate is over, and the days will continue to wander.
14, I like to wear headphones and hold a cup of freshly brewed coffee on a moonlit winter night and enjoy the beauty brought by this song alone.
3. Poems about coffee
1. Coffee is life, with ups and downs.
2. The world of coffee is small, but it is absolutely exquisite and profound.
3, coffee is not in the mood, only people who drink coffee are in the mood.
The aroma of coffee hovers in the air, which makes me miss my lost love.
One cup of coffee is cold, there is always another cup on the stove. We witnessed eternity in the cafe.
6, a person sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, dimly lit, no coffee and snacks, only a glass of water.
7. It is a wonderful beauty when people focus on their own hearts. This kind of beauty is like the taste of coffee, which is intoxicating.
8. Coffee has become more mellow in repeated grinding, and our feelings have become more intense in daily collisions.
9, put a cup of coffee on the table, I will savor its bitterness, in fact, it left me not bitter but wanting more.
10 Actually, coffee is like drinking. Some people only like beer, some people only like red wine, and some people drink all kinds of wine.
1 1, will you suddenly appear? At the coffee shop on the corner, I will greet people with a smile, don't talk about the past, just say hello, just say, long time no see.
12, many people don't like the bitter taste of coffee, especially charcoal burning, which is dozens of times more bitter than traditional Chinese medicine. Many people find it hard to accept.
13, it's dawn, it's another tomorrow, take a sip of coffee, look at the residue in the cup, laugh, understand, fate has come and gone, just like the cycle of day and night, the fate is over, and the days will continue to wander.
14, I like to wear headphones and hold a cup of freshly brewed coffee on a moonlit winter night and enjoy the beauty brought by this song alone.
4. What are the poems about coffee?
1. A cup of coffee brings a lifetime of happiness.
Time is like a cup of coffee, the longer it gets, the stronger it gets.
Coffee is life, with ups and downs.
4. The fragrance of coffee lingers on me.
5. Right hand coffee, left hand poem.
6. Love, a misunderstanding, is a little more dangerous than caffeine.
7. There were fairy tales in the coffee shop, and I met him again.
8. The heart is bitter, like a cup of coffee that forgot to put sugar.
9. A cup of coffee is as warm as the ocean.
10. Coffee says: Even sugar is sweet to sadness.
1 1. The sour and bitter of espresso, and the sweet and strong of plum wine.
12. Full of elegant caffeine aroma, obsessed with it, can't stop.
13. Make a pot of coffee, carefully filter it, add no sugar, no milk, only a little salt, and enjoy fancy coffee cups that have not been used for many years. At that time, all people and things were shrouded in dense fog, slowly, spread out and gradually disappeared.
14. Coffee is bitter or sweet, not how to stir it, but whether to put sugar.
15. The faint aroma of coffee fills every inch of breath.
5. Sentences about coffee
Sentences about coffee
Coffee is life, with ups and downs. . . .
Coffee is not in the mood, only people who drink coffee are in the mood.
The bitterness and sweetness of coffee lies not in how to stir, but in whether to put sugar; The pain is not so hard to forget, but whether you have the courage to start over. I like the atmosphere of the coffee shop. It's quiet and warm, and there aren't too many noisy voices bothering me. You can stare silently at the scenery outside the window, or you can look down at the book in your hand. At this moment, time seems to be still, and everything is so harmonious.
A drop of sweet fragrance is all kinds of things in the world. The faint aftertaste is not as sweet as Huang Lian or honey. The taste of each kind is endless.
You can't give me endless fantasies like marijuana, but you always give me the urge to stop when I am tired and accompany me in those countless midnight hours. I think I have long been used to your smell. My blue mountain and my life are different because of you. If anyone dares to say that you are bitter, I will throw him into the abyss of hell and let him suffer until he remembers your goodness and sweetness.