For coffee pot heating

Time flows quietly in the warm sunshine. — Text: On Sunday, there will always be some mood and idle time, sitting near the window, a cup of coffee, a roll of books and reading some sentimental words. Quietly melt yourself into the lines, feeling the joys and sorrows of life. Everything in the outside world is in the dust, and only the mind is quietly dwelling in the thin pages. A trace of hot air outside the window slowly blew into the room, and the mouth was a little thirsty. I didn’t like drinking boiled water since I was a child, and I felt sick when I drank it. The coffee in my hands has already felt cold. In my heart, coffee is a kind of drink that only belongs to winter, not for refreshing, but for heating. I remembered that someone who was proficient in coffee once told me that the cups used to drink coffee should be small and delicate. When drinking coffee, I held the cup handle with my thumb and index finger and then picked up the cup, which made me look elegant. However, I prefer to drink coffee with a large porcelain cup printed with cartoon patterns. A cup of strong coffee, steaming, I held it with my hands and put it on my lips, smelling a warm smell. I think Coffee should have stories, such as romantic encounter, sweet love, or solitude and waiting loneliness. However, no matter what kind of story it is, it will have deep warmth, right? On ru jun. Every time he came to see me, we were looking for an elegant coffee shop, tasting slowly with one cup and whispering in a low voice. Happiness is so obvious.. The sweet and bitter memories in the coffee are warm even when I remember in this time which is not winter

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