街边的咖啡屋Coffee shops on the street

转自：新安晚报。我还清楚地记得第一次走进这里的场景：深秋的晚上，细雨朦胧，一路都给人潮湿阴冷的感觉，我并没有带伞，路过这里时，犹犹豫豫间还是走了进去。

一进屋，扑面而来的是温暖，是宁静，是说不清楚的格调。昏暗的灯光下，十来个平方米的屋内一览无余，两张细长的桌子并五个凳子，墙上挂的不知是莫奈还是梵高，墙角有一株绿藤，上面挂着各种小物件。

老板是一位年轻小伙子，大约是00后，高高瘦瘦的，身着一件褐色毛衣，平静无言，只默默做着手上的活计。一阵细碎的声响后，咖啡端了上来，室内恢复如初。我坐在那里喝着咖啡，望着玻璃门发呆，并不言语。他在吧台内静静刷着手机，也没有任何声音。

我应该是喜欢上了这种氛围，每周必来一次，每次也都只我一人。他从不言语，我也一直沉默着，从不问他这家小店是否能盈利之类的问题，尽管我多少有点好奇。我们都享受着属于自己的那份孤独与自由。

一杯咖啡，一方小屋，一道玻璃门，仿佛就能隔绝外界的一切纷扰，我即世界。这片刻的安逸，竟能让人卸下一天的疲惫，专注于自己的内心，个人也与这个世间达成了短暂且微妙的疏离感。

成年人见过太多热闹，疲倦于人际交往，偶尔拥有一段独属于自己的时光，不必言语，不必应酬，便是难得的馈赠。

Translated from: Xin'an Evening News. I still vividly remember the first time I walked into this place: on a late autumn evening, the drizzle was misty, giving a damp and cold feeling all the way. I didn't bring an umbrella, and when I passed by here, I hesitated and walked in.

As soon as I entered the room, warmth, tranquility, and an indescribable style greeted me. Under dim lighting, the room of about ten square meters is fully visible, with two slender tables and five chairs. The wall is hung with either Monet or Van Gogh, and there is a green vine in the corner with various small objects hanging on it.

The boss is a young man, born in the 2000s, tall and thin, dressed in a brown sweater, calm and silent, only silently doing the work at hand. After a fine sound, coffee was brought up and the room returned to its original state. I sat there drinking coffee, staring blankly at the glass door, without saying a word. He quietly swiped his phone inside the bar without making any sound.

I think I've fallen in love with this atmosphere. I come here once a week, and every time it's just me. He never spoke, and I remained silent, never asking questions about whether his small shop could make a profit, even though I was somewhat curious. We all enjoy our own loneliness and freedom.

A cup of coffee, a small cabin, and a glass door seem to be able to isolate all external disturbances, I am the world. This moment of comfort can actually help people relieve the fatigue of the day, focus on their inner selves, and achieve a brief and subtle sense of alienation from this world.

Adults have seen too much excitement and are tired of interpersonal communication. Occasionally having a time that belongs solely to oneself, without words or socializing, is a rare gift.