冬天的午后,特别想泡杯咖啡。我站在窗口,双手捂着杯子,死命地闻着咖啡的香味,看着氤氲而起的热气。虽然窗子是关紧的,人却还是冷得发抖,听着窗外吹得很响,让人有些害怕没完没了的风,看着蒙了一层水气的外面,每个人都走得很急,似乎是在用他这一年最后的一点力气赶着走完这个冬天。 Winter afternoon, especially want to make a cup of coffee. I stood by the window, her hands clutching the cup, desperately smelling the scent of coffee, looking at the hot air coming and going. Although the window is closed, people are still cold and shivering, listening to the window blowing loudly, people are afraid of endless wind, watching a layer of moisture outside, everyone is in a hurry, Seems to be using this last year of his strength to catch the end of this winter.