Drinking coffee is like the road of life, with bitter and sweet. No matter how smooth the road of life is, there will be some minor twists and turns. No matter how big the difficulties are, we can't back down and overcome them. Just like drinking coffee, drink it slowly.
On the road of life, we should learn to suffer hardships, not just think about sweetness. Don't be brave when you encounter difficulties on the road of life; After a long time, difficulties will accumulate. One day, the oncoming waves will drown you. When you are in trouble, you shouldn't back down. If you overcome them, everything will be calm.
When drinking coffee, you should taste it slowly, drink it slowly, and it will be memorable. On the road of life, overcome one difficulty after another. Difficulties are like springs. Soft is hard, hard is soft. Be strong and unyielding in the face of difficulties, and difficulties will bow to you.
Life is like a cup of coffee. Life is like a cup of coffee, the more delicious it is, the more memorable it is, the more reluctant it is (life is like a bitter cup of coffee, there will inevitably be bitterness, but when you reminisce about the bitterness of the past, you will only be reluctant to give up)
Life is like a cup of coffee, with a sugar added, it tastes different (life lies not in memory, but in rendering).
The title of the composition is "A Cup of Coffee Weekend". I always like to go to a coffee shop near the seaside, order a cup of coffee, choose a seat by the window, sit by the window, and watch the people leaving in a hurry and the passing traffic on the road, enjoying myself quietly. ...
Holding a small spoon, gently and slowly stir the coffee in your partner's cup. When it is delivered to your mouth, the faint aroma of coffee comes slowly with lyrical piano music, which makes people feel excited and thoughts fly, and it is easy to attract memories and leisurely thoughts. The boring mood that has been suppressed for a week has been completely released in this lingering atmosphere: a personal coffee, a personal life and a personal memory. ...
Life is like a river, and fate is like a winding stream. It flows through valleys, forests, deserts, fertile and vibrant fields ... and only after eighty-one difficulties can it flow into the river smoothly. More than 20 years ago, fate made me leave my hometown where I was born and raised and come to a foreign land alone. I live a wandering life in a strange place and have no friends. That hard time made me deeply taste and realize the hardships of life, but it also honed my will, gained a firm belief in life and cultivated a good attitude of tolerance and openness: in a comfortable environment, I can't walk out of my true self, only in a comfortable environment. Just like tasting coffee, it is bitter, but more fragrant and mellow. ...
Since the enterprise was laid off for the first time in 1992, it has experienced several lay-offs and reemployment. Every experience has prompted me to constantly reflect, constantly sum up and constantly increase my life experience: I have tasted all kinds of tastes of life and gained more experience: the road of life will not be smooth sailing, there will always be bumps. Keeping a good attitude is the key: lose calm, become indifferent, cherish the inevitable, and let everything go with the flow. It is with this mentality that I have come to this day step by step.
Smelling the rich aroma of coffee in front of me, feeling the freshness of life and recalling the trajectory of life: I can't forget what I once had; Cherish what you can't get; Do not give up what belongs to you; What has passed is left as a memory; Dream in your heart and work harder. Life is like a cup of coffee: only when you taste it with your heart and get rid of bitterness can you taste its mellow, attractive and permanent fragrance.
The rebirth of phoenix has experienced the burning of raging fire, and the appearance of butterfly has experienced the process of breaking out of cocoon. What about us?
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Once upon a time, we went to the Buddha blindly and thanked them for giving us such a beautiful gift, which gave us the capital to show off in front of others.
Now, we have changed, no longer superstitious about the so-called God, but grateful for the appearance of parents and friends.
I remember when I was a child, there was a book "A Girl Without Sadness" in my palm, but its simple appearance was so lovely. A gust of wind blew and took her away from me, floating in the sky like dandelion. Even if there is a breeze blowing in the opposite direction to her, I don't think so, but I fly so insipid and regretless.
However, even if the wind stops and the grass falls to the ground, I will pick it up again, and this supernatural creature will be calm again, just like a fisherman putting away his fishing rod and leaving with a bucket. As usual, the water is silently immersed in the night, even if a fish jumps over the ripple, it will eventually stop.
I put the "girl without sadness" into my little world, watered her and enjoyed the sunshine.
One night not long after, I saw a sentence on the Internet: "Wild is wild, you can't keep it for yourself, and don't fantasize about what you can get ..." This sentence made me think for a long time and suddenly felt cruel. Do I really understand the so-called "I don't know how many flowers I have folded"?
I turned and walked on the grass, feeling a little withered. Is it psychological? I don't know ... maybe!
Finally, I don't want him to go. He is still so cute and impeccable.
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This is an experience I had when I was a child. I think it's called "encounter". She may thank me for protecting her, but I'm sure what I want to thank is that she appeared in my world, a childhood encounter and a duckweed in my heart. ......
Encounter scenery
On the road of life, there will always be miracles and breathtaking scenery if you stop and look at it occasionally, and look back suddenly occasionally.
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Recall the scenery
Time always refuses to accommodate us, and it is useless to stop and chat occasionally. Knowledge quietly finds a quiet afternoon, makes a cup of strong unsweetened coffee alone, leans against the window, enjoys the intoxicating scenery in this afternoon, and lets it take me back to the past.
Or a tearful scene, or a joke that makes people laugh and cry, or a page full of joy ... these are all flowing in the long river of my memory. Looking through them, the eternal scenery of these things has a special taste in my heart. There is a lyric: "Let's go, let's go, life should learn to grow by ourselves ..." Yes, I left and recalled it before I found myself growing up.
Looking forward to the scenery
Bing Xin, Lao She, Lu Xun and Tagore occasionally fantasize that they are as famous as in history. Bing Xin is like silk heart, like moonlight, and the scenery in his works is countless but eternal; Lao She's autumn is wonderful, colorful and simple. Lu Xun's sharp pen can always make people see the real scenery behind the facts; Tagore's "Don't scold your food because of your bad appetite" is really apt and concise ... What they think and write is so apt to us, with more knowledge and more attention. One day, I can also walk into their world, open their past and savor their unique scenery.
Thinking about scenery
"Excuse me, how can I get to XXX?" "Tiger" asked the security guard. It was this problem that made me realize and pay attention to them-security guards. Maybe I only asked them when I got lost. Maybe I only paid attention to them when I needed help, but I didn't notice that they were a string of scenery.
When people on the roadside watch more, they get used to it; It is common to see many trees around you; It is not surprising that the flowers in my heart are full. Why not make them "landscapes" in your mind, either fleeting or permanent?
Feel the scenery
A gust of wind blew away the pieces of white paper in my hand. When I bent down to pick them up, I regretted my cruelty and surprise.
Ye Er in the tree is everywhere. I once fantasized that if I could give Ye Er two lives, I would give one to winter and the other to birds. Actually, I'm not stupid. Such scenery is hard to find. When the wind rises again, I quickly pick up all the white papers-some Ye Er are actually incomplete, which is inevitable-and the fall of a yellow Ye Er always means the birth of a green Ye Er. "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but a change." It's really just. This kind of scenery is worth savoring, which makes people remember it vividly and feel a lot.
Encounter the scenery, occasionally stop and go, occasionally stop and overlook, occasionally suddenly look back, open your eyes, the scenery is everywhere; Looking from a distance, the scenery is fantastic. Like a fish without water, life is like a cup of boiled water, colorless, odorless and tasteless.
Beautiful encounter that spring, for linger, is the most beautiful spring in life, because she met the wind.
? They were childhood classmates. After more than 20 years, they met because of their work. Perhaps, the years are still affectionate. Although the interval is so long, we can still find traces of childhood from each other's faces. It turns out that the encounter in life is so accidental.
? Feng is a man, who gets up early and is greedy for the dark and busy every day. No weekends, no holidays. Linger always cares about him silently. Send a message to greet him every day. Always remind him to pay attention to safety when riding a motorcycle in windy and rainy weather. Linger's gentleness and kindness can always touch the wind. He suddenly felt that life was full of sunshine.
? The wind is always thinking about lingering. It rained that day. It rained heavily. Feng knew that Linger was still working in front of the computer, so he came with an umbrella, stood outside her office at a distance, waited silently, and finally saw Linger's petite figure appear. He went over and handed her the umbrella and said to her, "Linger, be careful of catching cold." At that moment, Linger was moved. She watched the rain wet Feng's hair and the water dripped down his forehead. She really wanted to go over and help him wipe the water from his forehead, but she didn't have the courage to do so until she watched the wind go away in the rain. She still stood there, lost in thought.
? Busy days passed quickly, and the friendship between Linger and Feng became deeper and deeper. Although everyone has their own family, they all care about this beautiful friendship carefully, fearing that one day it will slip away from them. Feng's work is very busy every day, and there is a lot of noise in the studio. Linger is afraid of being lonely. He always sends him many beautiful songs by email. Feng listens to these songs when he thinks of Linger. One day, Linger came to see him in his studio and found there were so many cigarette butts in the ashtray. Linger knew that the wind was lonely, so she bought a lot of white rabbit toffee and quietly put it in the drawer of the wind, and wrote a sentence: "Wind, smoke less, let the white rabbit help you relieve boredom!" " In the later days, Feng seldom smoked, but he could not bear to eat those "white rabbits". He opens the drawer every day and takes a look, as if he saw the shadow of Shine.
? Autumn has come, and Linger has gone far away on a business trip alone. In a strange street, Linger suddenly felt dizzy and almost fainted. She knew that her blood pressure was low again, so she was helpless and miserable. She suddenly remembered the wind, just like seeing a boat on the dark sea. So she called Feng and told him that she was ill and lost again. What should she do? The wind said to her, "Don't be afraid, Linger. Now you're thinking, I'm by your side. You should find a place to rest first ... then Linger bought medicine and mineral water nearby according to his instructions and asked someone for directions. Slowly, Linger's mood stabilized and her spirit improved a lot. At that moment, Linger's tears fell down. It is so warm to have a friendship with her in a strange city. Later, Linger sent a new song "Through thick and thin" to Feng, and left a message: Through thick and thin, my friendship is with you in the distance, through the ups and downs of life. ...
? Beautiful fate can be met but not sought. Once you meet, you should cherish it, and so should friendship.
? Both Linger and Feng know that having a sincere friendship means that when you are lonely, someone is willing to come and comfort your heart; When you are tired, there is always someone in your heart; When you are happy, someone is happier than you; When you are in pain and trouble, someone is more heartbroken than you, and even willing to help you share some.
? Yes, the length of life is not important, but it is also a kind of happiness to be concerned. Perhaps, Linger and Feng are two staring stars in this life, but they are happy. That beautiful encounter gave them the purest, truest and most beautiful friendship in the world.
Meet dusk. I like dusk.
? Whenever this happens, I feel that my heart has calmed down and the world is no longer so restless.
? The sun hides behind the mountain quietly and slowly, for fear that the noise will affect the peace of the world, while her long and thick red skirt is too elegant to fold under the western sky. The feeling of disappearing adds mystery to the night. It seems that people's fatigue all day goes with her, and it seems that countless reverie in people's hearts also comes with her.
? I like the feeling that dusk brings me. I like to walk in that feeling, especially in the dusk of spring, walking to the path of the field and chasing the last ray of sunshine in the dusk, as if I could travel to heaven along that ray of sunshine; Walking in the Woods, the afterglow falls on the budding buds, which gives the Woods a deep and shallow bright color. Birds fly around in the mottled light, talking and singing, adding a bit of mystery to the quiet dusk forest. Walking at dusk again and again can always bring me different feelings and leave a different impression. A person, a thing, a thing can always stay in the depths of memory, even for a lifetime. I want to ask: what happened to you in my memory now?
? This is a lingering memory.
? At dusk in Tomb-Sweeping Day last year, I strolled to the foot of a mountain in the suburbs. The hillside is covered with pines and cypresses, and the new green smells rich. I looked at the western sky in the evening and then at the hillside. It was so quiet in front of me, only the sound of spring breeze blowing loose branches, so I began to walk higher.
? In the swaying of pine branches, I vaguely felt that there was a sound floating in the wind. I stopped to find out. I finally recognized it as a piece of music. I got curious and left. I climbed on the hillside for a while and saw the figure of a woman. In order not to disturb her, I crept around behind her and stopped at a place where she was not easy to find. There is a big windbreaker hanging in the tree opposite her. Facing the windbreaker, she played chants on the violin again and again. I thought to myself, even the way to mourn my loved ones is so romantic! I stopped in the distance and couldn't help thinking, why did she repeat this song? Did you like it before you lived in heaven? Are you asking the heavenly father to protect your loved ones? Is she in mourning? I don't know when the music stopped in my reverie, but I found that she fell to the ground and fell in the cold wind while playing the piano. I rushed to help her, and she was crying. I just think she is very tired and soft, and she is very sad.
? After a little calmness, she took off her windbreaker, folded it and put it in her backpack. I insisted on helping her play the violin and accompanying her down the mountain. It was already dark, and the forest path down the mountain was empty. We didn't say anything along the way, just nodded goodbye.
? I don't know who owns that man's windbreaker. My father, lover or good friend need not ask. Grief is enough to witness affection. I'm worried that she will get sick because she can't stand too much blow, and I'm even more worried that she will never recover.
? After that, I can't help thinking of her occasionally when I walk at night, thinking about how she is today. People are always like this. Once their curiosity is not satisfied, they will try their best. This is me. I have been to that hillside pine forest Berlin several times, hoping to see her again, but I didn't get it. My curiosity is so persistent that I hope to hear that melody again one day in this small forest that leaves memories.
? Two years have passed in a blink of an eye. Once I went to a gallery and saw an oil painting "Music of the Kingdom at Dusk". In the Woods, a woman is playing the violin, and a lady like her mother is singing with the voice of the piano. The afterglow of the sun rubbed against them and the tombstone in front of them. The overall picture is not depressed. Suddenly I feel that this scene is so familiar. It suddenly occurred to me that this is the scene I once met in Songberlin! Could it be the author or her! I subconsciously looked around. A tall woman came up and asked, "Which one do you like?" My eyes lit up-that's where I met her in Songberlin! The way she looked at me was a little confused. I pointed to Twilight Music and asked, "Who painted this painting?" "I painted them all." I know she doesn't remember me because she is so sad. At this time, I can no longer find the sadness in her expression, but I see her confidence and happiness. I was relieved of my worries. It turns out that this is a strong woman.
? I have seen all her works, and every picture conveys positive and healthy thoughts and expresses an optimistic and open-minded attitude towards life.
? I firmly believe that she is a person who cherishes life and cherishes life. She created beauty for the world with such an attitude towards life. She is a beautiful person.
? Although life is not satisfactory, although the reality will give us an unexpected blow, if we choose a positive attitude towards life, life will become beautiful and the world will be full of sunshine because of a bright smile.
Composition: Life is like an espresso. It has become the daily life of many Italians to make a cup of espresso on the boiling water rack in the kitchen every morning, or to have a drink in a cafe on the way to work.
But for years, there have been negative reports in newspapers about their favorite way to start the day. A recent report said that doctors warned British Prime Minister Tony Blair to drink less coffee.
Now it seems that things are changing. Nutritionist Chiara Trombetti said, Ignore those sensational reports.
There is reliable scientific evidence that you can enjoy your espresso in the morning without worrying that it will affect your health.
Coffee is good for you, and the stronger the better. Trombetti said that coffee contains tannins and antioxidants, which is good for the heart and arteries.
Coffee can relieve headaches and is good for the liver-it helps prevent cirrhosis and gallstones.
Caffeine in coffee can reduce the risk of asthma and promote heart circulation.
Admittedly, coffee may not be for everyone. If you drink too much, coffee will aggravate your nervousness, causing your heart to beat faster and your hands to tremble.
Pregnant women, heart patients and patients with gastric ulcer are usually advised not to drink coffee.
Even Dr. Trombetti said not to drink more than 3-4 cups of coffee every day.
Many parents may be afraid of the idea.
But Dr. Trombetti insists that a cup of milk coffee is an ideal start for the next generation of coffee lovers, many Italian school-age children who love to sleep. Will make their brains full of vitality from 8: 30 am to evening 16.
Swallow: To swallow (especially a liquid) in one gulp.
There are negative news: there are negative reports.
The tide is changing: the situation is changing.
Undeniable: Undeniable.
Sleepy: sleepy, sleepy
Life is like a cup of bitter coffee. Life is like a cup of bitter coffee.
Life at school is so boring. I feel that there is nothing but class and reading. So I look forward to all the opportunities to go home, but even if I go home, I need a "pass" signed by the class teacher. Being a caged bird is really hard. So, at noon, without any permission, I secretly went home once.
The home is very lively. "Come on, cheers!" You can recognize the voice of your father. "Oh, you're back. Come and eat. You are hungry! " Dad said. I picked up the bowl, took some food, stood by and ate a few mouthfuls, then put it down. Dad saw it and said, "Don't worry about time. I'll take you to school later. " Hearing this, I was so happy that I thought I wouldn't be late. So I specially tasted the delicious food at home.
"12: 45, no, I'm going to be late." I was in a panic. "Dad, take me to school!" The father with a reddish face got up quickly, and the mother came over and said, "Your father is drunk and can't see you off. What if something happens? " My eyes were as big as fists, and two words popped up in surprise-what!
A few minutes' journey suddenly became so long. I almost ran to the place where I took the bus, and my heart was pounding. I was even more afraid of the teacher's punishment for being late. Ten minutes later, the bus hasn't come yet, and my tears flow down unwillingly. Hey, knowing all the consequences, why am I still so stupid and confused to go home?
Finally, sitting in the car, I felt even more uneasy. Tell the truth, or say nothing? On second thought, I said to myself, I'd better tell the truth. The teacher may understand me.
The closer we get to the classroom, the heavier our steps will be.
I saw the teacher standing at the door reading a book. I walked over and said in an ultra-small decibel voice, "Teacher, I didn't ask for leave, and I was late again." The teacher smiled at me, leaned down and let me into the classroom!
The students sat in their seats and taught themselves quietly. Thinking of my father's loving voice, my mother's caring words and my teacher's tolerant smile, my heart soon calmed down. School life is bitter and tense, but it is like a cup of coffee. People who taste with heart will suck out a lot of sweetness.
A delicate glass, a small spoon, a box of sugar cubes and a small glass of milk; There is no rich black, only a light light brown, which exudes an attractive astringency. This is a cup of bitter coffee.
Life is like this cup of bitter coffee. If you want to change its bitter taste, you must add sugar and milk, but if you can't savor it carefully, you won't enjoy its real taste, a process from bitter to sweet.
In order to make a comeback, Gou Jian endured humiliation, worked hard, sympathized with the masses and won their love. He finally broke through the darkness before dawn and won the final victory.
Take a sip and the bitterness begins to spread. A picture gradually emerged in my mind. After the English 86, Math 70 and Chinese midterm exams, it hurts me to look at the bright red numbers on the pale test paper. Water mist appeared in the frame. Teacher: "Your mind has not been used in your study recently, and your grades have dropped a lot." Work hard. Mom: If you don't work hard, what will you do in the future? "? Our hopes are all on you. "My heart seems to be weighed down by a stone.
Xiang Yu lost her beauty and lost her country. Without confidence, he finally let the river engulf him. He doesn't know that as long as he is willing to persist and change himself, he will understand the truth of "staying in the green hills, not afraid of running out of firewood". People will still stand with him. Even if you drag out an ignoble existence now, you will think of yourself one day. Just because he gave up, he lost everything, even himself.
Slipped into the throat with a touch of bitterness. The bitterness began to change, and a little sweetness appeared. With the help of teachers and classmates, I improved my study methods, and my grades have been greatly improved through continuous progress. Looking at the rising numbers on the test paper, I finally smiled. That's a heartfelt smile. Teacher: "Win without arrogance, lose with grace. Don't be proud of small achievements. " Mom: "Good learning methods and attitudes are the key to success."
Slowly add a small cup of milk, let the aroma of coffee float in your mouth, and a sip will make people memorable. The final results were announced, and I felt a sweet taste when I looked at the top of the list. Suddenly, I seem to be on the time machine, from the scene of Gou Jian's comeback to the scene of Helen Keller, a successful woman who grew up in the dark, silent and speechless world of the 20th century, and set up a foundation for the disabled. I shed tears. Just because of that cup of bitter coffee.
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