Thinking over a cup of coffee

The hurried life, the busy life must also slow down, stop. Each small drop of coffee is slower, more leisurely than the last yellow leaf. The cool wind has come, it is cold. Silence as if counting the beat of time, clearly hearing each heavy moment falling, how can it be retrieved.

What is so attractive in the dark and deep water color like a winter night? Each drop, each drop of black light, falling like dew. In each drop, there is much bitterness, how much sweetness. Is it true that each drop of coffee that falls is a heavy “drop” of life, lingering in the depths of the heart?

In the future, people will probably invent countless drinks. But can they replace the three things that have been with humans since the beginning of time? That is wine, tea and coffee. People say that after discovering fire, showing the way for humans to escape from beasts, making wine is a wise way to hide and preserve the smoldering fire under the clear water. Wine is the heart, fire is life.

Joy has a cup of wine, sadness also seeks wine. Tea is the essence of heaven and earth, gathered and offered up in each leaf. The water is as clear as a duck’s eye, the heat is as faint as smoke. A cup of tea nourishes the heart and calms the mind. Three cups of tea, four cups of wine. Around the cup of tea, the glass of wine must be good friends, people who sympathize, share joy, sadness and contemplate life. Tea is condensed into a philosophy and forms the tea ceremony.

Coffee, on the other hand, has been hidden in a hidden corner. Since the time coffee came to Vietnam with the French, it was thought to be only for the rich and the elite. It turns out that coffee “melted” right into ordinary life. Hanoians, Saigonese and people from the six provinces only know how to enjoy that special Western drink with a sieve. That is, they can brew a few ounces or even a kilo of coffee at a time. Just leave it on the red-hot stove, the sweet aroma covers a corner of the street. Then pour out a few dozen cups, that is the “pant-drinking” way. Perhaps it is the Vietnamese character, slow and moderate, unable to stand the noise, so coffee has been “filtered” through the taste of many generations, giving birth to a unique way of enjoying it. Gradually absorbed through the filter, coffee can filter out its most quintessential essence. Next to a cup of dripping coffee, it evokes joys and sorrows, memories. It reminds us of deep contemplations. It comes naturally, like loneliness. At that time, I was alone in front of a cup of coffee. I alone knew, I alone knew.

No one can spend all day with a cup of coffee. But how can I miss a day? That is my own moment. Calm, thoughtful, looking deeply into myself. Looking straight into the lonely, sad and nostalgic half. That is why coffee is very afraid of noise and excess. That is reserved for the young. They are so transparent that they can see through it.

The hurried times pass by, everything is fast: eat fast, drink fast and live fast. So there is instant tea, 2-in-1, 3-in-1 instant coffee to quench thirst, to satisfy the hurried needs of life. I just want to be 1 in 1 forever. One person with one person. One person in one person. Don’t say anything, silently sink into the bottom of the dark water. In silence, we understand each other more.

Remember Truong Chi in the past, when he embraced his love and drowned himself in the bottom of the river, his soul entered the eucalyptus tree. There was a skillful poet who turned a set of teacups into a gift for Mi Nuong’s father. One day she held the teacup in her hand. At the bottom of the water, the image of the ferryman from years ago slowly rotated in the cup. In her ear, the old song echoed. A tear fell, the eucalyptus cup broke…

Those who have never suffered loss, whose hearts have not been deeply cut with pain, deeply scarred with wounds, should not come to coffee. When life has become bitter, salty, and filled with the pain of life, then they seek refuge in Trinh Cong Son. Just like having to go through many ups and downs, experiencing many hardships, to feel pain in each verse of Kieu.

All superficial, bland and tasteless things are hard to be with a cup of coffee. Don’t think that coffee is to kill time, to soften the heart. A person’s life also needs sadness. Otherwise, how can we understand that joy and happiness are extremely fragile and fragile. From sadness, people also become tougher and stronger. How can we know that coffee has permeated several generations of Vietnamese people? Each person finds their own philosophy, their own feelings. After several decades, perhaps a “religion” for Vietnamese coffee has been vaguely formed. The difficult thing about the religion is that it is not spoken out, not preached, but deeply penetrated into each person.

The Central Highlands is like a “predecessor” to the coffee tree. The red basalt soil, the cool climate gives birth to a special delicious coffee. Just like Yen Bai land gave birth to Tuyet tea. The highland land has Weasel coffee. But it must be natural. Must select, roast, preserve properly with absolutely no impurities. Choose breeds, choose beans, mix creatively to create different recipes to “please” many tastes.

How many beautiful people, each with a different beauty, the hidden charm, the natural beauty must be simple. Makeup, cosmetics cannot be too much. People who are meticulous, not picky, are inherently afraid of adulteration, mixing. Tea scented with lotus, jasmine or precious scents is just for show. Soulmates together must have a pure, simple tea. Absolutely no strange flavors mixed in. The aroma of tea, the aroma of coffee must be natural as it is. Even coffee “flipped” with a few avocado seeds is not favored by everyone.

The color of time is warm, quiet and deep like lacquer. That is the “soul” of coffee. It is difficult to break, to take possession…

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