午后咖啡喧嚣落下帷幕,思绪开始涨潮。一间诗意栖居的小屋,昏黄的灯光,把你的身影翻印成一株亭亭玉立的荷。四目相对,一杯咖啡紧握在你我手中,时间的笑靥里飘出缕缕幽香。一把玲珑剔透的勺,婀娜走进我辗转反侧的梦,把我的灵魂摇成了香气氤氲的四季。从此,寂寞也会开出花朵。你,如一只清丽活泼的小鸟,腾挪跳跃在我生命的枝头。 Noose coffee afternoon came to a close, thoughts began to tide. A poetic dwelling hut, dim light, the shadow of your figure into a slim Dutch. Opposite eyes, a cup of coffee in your hands grip, the time of laughter floating in strands of fragrance. An exquisitely scoop spoon, graceful into my tossing the opposite side of the dream, my soul shaken into the four seasons. Since then, lonely flowers will be out. You, such as a pure and lively bird, jump in the branches of my life.