回复：三题&微光

给自己今天的三题写个小段子：汽车 回眸 笔
知道吗？昨晚做了一个梦。
昨晚睡前哭了好久呢。
抱着好友送的小熊才勉强停止哭泣。
好想你。
可是却又命令自己远离你，不理你。
因为怕收到你的伤害我的心脆弱到不堪一击。
梦里的我见到了你。
你还是那个你。
我一个人离开走上大街离开你们离开你。
我看见梦里的你开车来找我。
我看见梦里的你回头张望我的方向。
明明知道是梦却还是热泪盈眶。
你知道吗。
你问我借过的每一支笔我都会珍藏。
你的每一句话我不曾遗忘。
梦里的你，梦里的你。
我还是哭了虽然那只是一个梦。

汪 矢车菊 骑士
汪。
是狗叫的声音。
路边的少女急促回头，黄色的小狗@筱吴邪 摇着尾巴一晃一晃又矮又胖的身子朝她滚来。
哟，是你。
少女轻轻笑了，伸手拨弄小狗的鼻尖，掌心里柔嫩的矢车菊触碰到小狗的鼻尖，辛香令小狗有些痒。
好可爱呢。
少女笑了，睫毛轻轻颤动，宛若蝴蝶翅膀翕动。
可是我等的人还没来啊。她低头，凑到小狗面前，将脸颊贴在上面轻轻摩挲。
我的骑士回来了吗？
我等的人回来了吗？
她微微侧头，双目中透出哀伤，却再次用力合眼，甜美的微笑替换下哭泣似的表情。
原来，你在这里啊。

3.13三题题目：绝对音感 修行 脆弱

很好，无视掉下面一大片空白吧

让小路通往没有战争的地方。
献给Fake World中所有死去或即将死去的灵魂。

Mina，小路通向和平圣洁之地，如果你们在这里放一条小路，说不定我会考虑在FW中少死一个人哦@冰莹之雨 @筱吴邪

死亡名单：
陆薇
萨拉•安德森
云菲
将死：
李子健
红介
青介
陈歌
Ava
斯通郭
麦克尔沈
犀的父母
……

本人今天出黑板报站了整整一个中午三节课，累得不行，写不了三题啦TT 翻了翻前面，今天的题目是考试 酸奶 绿色，好现实的词啊，但也可以写成平时写的小说的呢。FW新更，犀留宿康妮家，康妮向其讲述发生在北欧小镇里的故事。

he old man stood up, slowly counted the saucers, took a leather coin purse from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half a peseta tip. The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity.
"Why didn't you let him stay and drink?" the unhurried waiter asked. They were putting up the shutters. "It is not half-past two."
"I want to go home to bed."
"What is an hour?"
"More to me than to him."
"An hour is the same."
"You talk like an old man yourself. He can buy a bottle and drink at home."
"It's not the same."
"No, it is not," agreed the waiter with a wife. He did not wish to be unjust. He was only in a hurry.
"And you? You have no fear of going home before your usual hour?"
"Are you trying to insult me?"
"No, hombre, only to make a joke."
"No," the waiter who was in a hurry said, rising from pulling down the metal shutters. "I have confidence. I am all confidence."
"You have youth, confidence, and a job," the older waiter said. "You have everything."
"And what do you lack?"
"Everything but work."

"You have everything I have."
"No. I have never had confidence and I am not young."
"Come on. Stop talking nonsense and lock up."
"I am of those who like to stay late at the cafe," the older waiter said.
"With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night."
"I want to go home and into bed."
"We are of two different kinds," the older waiter said. He was now dressed to go home. "It is not only a question of youth and confidence although those things are very beautiful. Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be some one who needs the cafe."
"Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long."
"You do not understand. This is a clean and pleasant cafe. It is well lighted. The light is very good and also, now, there are shadows of the leaves."
"Good night," said the younger waiter.
"Good night," the other said. Turning off the electric light he continued the conversation with himself, It was the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and pleasant. You do not want music. Certainly you do not want music. Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours. What did he fear? It was not a fear or dread, It was a nothing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was a nothing too. It was only that and light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order. Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada. Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee. He smiled and stood before a bar with a shining steam pressure coffee machine.
"What's yours?" asked the barman.
"Nada."
"Otro loco mas," said the barman and turned away.
"A little cup," said the waiter.
The barman poured it for him.
"The light is very bright and pleasant but the bar is unpolished," the waiter said.
The barman looked at him but did not answer. It was too late at night for conversation.
"You want another copita?" the barman asked.
"No, thank you," said the waiter and went out. He disliked bars and bodegas. A clean, well-lighted cafe was a very different thing. Now, without thinking further, he would go home to his room. He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it's probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

3.14三题题目：亮橙色 火 遗忘

今日三题 英文辞典 铅笔画 眼睛
最近在背英文辞典。
像个疯子一样将辞典中的词条一遍一遍地抄着，他感到有如被上了发条。眼睛里的光芒一日比一日暗淡下去。似乎生命的终极目的除了死亡，便是记诵整本英文辞典。
他像是一辆坏了刹车的车子，不能控制自己，不知什么时候有了这样的癖好，背诵，再背诵，背诵胜过饮食，胜过睡眠，胜过一切。
他把自己称作强迫症患者晚期，又或是极端的完美主义者。这是没有药医的。他放任自己，朝着那条路一路下滑，滚落，彻底坠入无边的虚无空间。没有意义的记诵，没有意义地活着。
他说，我是晚期了，所以就这样吧。一定会有和我一样的人，一定会有的吧。
一定会有的吧。
画者用无名指反复抹着画面上的铅笔石墨，反复用橡皮擦拭，喃喃自语。