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灿坤咖啡机，躲入静谧的时光机

　　日子時常過得苟且，問我如何看詩和遠方，我回答不上。只能說慢慢煮一杯咖啡，偷一把時光的間隙，這樣的時刻往往讓我沈醉。

　　苦味人生也許不是什麽情懷。每每遇到生活的挫折，我都不住感歎命運不斷賜予我的那種再跌倒再爬起的受挫感以及那種苦不堪言的滋味。然而這份煽情卻無法輕易予人分享，默然不是成熟，苦味于心之時還需濃郁的味道來安慰。一杯咖啡在此時卻是最愈心靈的選擇，“挫折可以隨醇香而逝，生活亦可以因美味重啓”。燦坤1153是我最醇厚的夥伴，煮咖啡的時光可以讓真實暫停，親手爲自己調制一杯Espresso則只是我的處世之美。咖啡粉與奶泡相調和成一杯花式咖啡的一刻，才回憶本質的內心，以及都不知曾經藏到什麽地方的雄心壯志。

灿坤咖啡机，躲入静谧的时光机

　　生活本就殘酷，挫折是人生最好的鏡子。停下匆忙的腳步，爲自己做一杯咖啡往往對我停下來回味生活的最好理由，最初初心都是杯中的自己曾經許下的生活目標。流年似水，匆匆那年間的生活不會真的停下腳步去等自己，恍惚的挫敗感都可以在杯中成爲記憶碎片間的幻影。意大利進口泵浦，15bar壓力煮出生活的珍貴，杯中醇香將近，寒夜雨聲逝去，在苦的生活也會迎來放晴的一刻。

　　燦坤1153時間就像時光機，一時間可以看清過去未來。心在苦海是無法自然平靜下來的，需要一杯香醇的咖啡去撫慰，世間繁華，山水幾重，一次挫折是生活必要的經曆，坐下來回想起當年的輕狂傲志，到如今時間成爲痛苦的回憶;放下心，靜靜煮一杯咖啡，生活不再匆匆，時間還是要用笑來面對，咖啡卻可以靜思人生。

　　飲咖啡也讓我結識到摯友，每當看到他陷入忙碌的工作裏無法自拔的時候，就把他請來，一起分享周末清晨的惬意時光。“雖然它不會把逝去的時光喚回，但我們彼此都需要它帶來的幸福，我們要在香醇間品味生活。”自從煮咖啡成爲生活的一部分以來，我和他都可以在休息日裏面感受這份獨特的情意。剛調好的卡布奇諾甚是甜膩，咖啡粉在咖啡機裏面充分作用，最後從咖啡機裏面集萃出的愛意，蒸汽模糊了機器上“TSK-1163A”的字樣，咖啡杯中仿佛看到當年彼此相識的那一瞬間，咖啡中滿滿的都是記憶，惬意的生活也許就是詩和遠方。在挫折的时候去为自己煮上一杯咖啡，学学苦味人生的情怀;惬意的周末时光去为爱人煮上一杯咖啡，在躲避匆忙时光间感受情意;感激灿坤咖啡机，让彼此在生活中享受它带来静谧的关怀。

在挫折的时候去为自己煮上一杯咖啡，学学苦味人生的情怀;惬意的周末时光去为爱人煮上一杯咖啡，在躲避匆忙时光间感受情意;感激灿坤咖啡机，让彼此在生活中享受它带来静谧的关怀。

　　在挫折的時候去爲自己煮上一杯咖啡，學學苦味人生的情懷;惬意的周末時光去爲愛人煮上一杯咖啡，在躲避匆忙時光間感受情意;感激燦坤咖啡機，讓彼此在生活中享受它帶來靜谧的關懷。

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