What a sharp cold morning!Though the sun is shinning brightly.As we know,the temperature here had been gone down to more than 10 degree centigrade last night.Now we should put on more clothes to keep warmer.
        While I'm writting this diary,the cold wind outside is blowing fiercely.I sat inside of my dorm,feeling so warm and hearing the wind blowing outside,'leaves on the tree outside must be falling down a piece after a piece'I imagined.And such imagination also made me so sick and feel colder.Why such scenery between Autumn and winter often makes people pretty sentimental.I'm definitely sure the answer is human-being is a kind of sentimental animal,though they have their own thoughts,their own lives,their own conversations,but only one thing they're similar,that is sentiment,at least I'm certainly consider it.
        I clearly remembered the night before yesterday.That night,per

 丁铃！门上的铃当响了起来，一个三十多岁，穿著笔挺西服的男人，走进了这家飘 散着 浓浓咖啡香的小小咖啡厅。“午安！欢迎光临！”年轻的老板娘亲切地招呼着。　　男人一面客气地微微点了点头，一面走到吧台前的位子坐了下来，开口对老板娘说：
　　“麻烦给我一杯摩卡，谢谢。”
　　“好的，请稍候。”老板娘微笑着说。
　　接着她便开始熟练地磨碎咖啡豆，煮起咖啡来。男人一直带着笑容看着老板娘煮咖啡的动作，一副很享受的样子。
　　过了没多久，老板娘便将一杯香醇的咖啡端到男人的面前。“请慢用！”
　　“谢谢。”男人将杯子拿到嘴边，浅浅地尝了一口。
　　“第一次来吗？？”老板娘问。
　　“是啊！！”男人答。
　　“觉得我们这家店怎么样？”
　　“很不错！气氛很好！”
　　“我自己也是很喜欢，所以虽然生意不好，我和我先生却还是舍不得把它关掉。”
“嗯……”男人好像有所同感地点了点头，又喝了一口咖啡。
　　两人沉默了一会，一时间空荡的店里只余悠扬爵士音乐。男人忽然开口，打破了这短暂的