Write an essay on the topic From that moment on .

From that moment on, we drifted away and never appeared in each other's worlds again. —Epigraph.

That day, you walked into my world because of a **.

I vividly remember that it was the first winter vacation since junior high school, and although we had been together for a semester, we still didn't know each other very well and didn't have much contact. I was bored at home flipping through the ** book, but I heard my mother call me to pick it up and told me that it was a classmate calling.

I took the earpiece in confusion, listening to the unfamiliar and familiar voice on the other side, but I couldn't guess that it was you.

After you gave your introduction, I was excited and excited, and your warm voice made me feel so kind, as if we had been best friends for many years.

Since then, we have become inseparable friends who talk about everything.

You are sunny, motivated, and hardworking. Even so, you still feel that you are not enough, and often scold yourself for being depraved, let me help you find faults. You're so strong.

After school that day, you suddenly grabbed me, excited, saying that you liked a boy from the neighboring class, and thought you were joking, and smiled at you innocently and teased.

But after that, I found out that you had changed, you really started to fall in love, you really fell. I told myself over and over again that this is not true and that you must be able to hold on to yourself and go in the right direction.

We began to drift away gradually, also because of a **.

It's the second year of junior high school, a week before the sports meeting, I suddenly received your **, you said that you were going to "run" the *** classmate during the sports meeting, I listened, my heart tightened, I was stunned, you actually got mixed up with the ruffian, and the reason why you found someone to beat that classmate was just because you couldn't get used to her. I'm amazed by your professional language, and I know you've really changed.

Then one day, I found that you were in a bad spirit, and when I asked why, you said that you had drunk too much at the bar the day before, and I was stunned ......

That day, I cried for you.

You were the first and only friend who made me cry. That day, I remembered a lot of the beauty we had together, the sunny, motivated, hard-working and very strong you. But you've really quietly walked away, and you can't even catch a shadow.

You really won't be coming back.

From that moment on, we drifted apart because we were in two different worlds, and we could no longer find the same topic when we chatted. From that moment on, we gradually walked away, and face to face with you, but it was like the end of the world, this is the distance between our hearts.

From that moment on, there was no signal between us, and the ** connection to friendship was disconnected!

From that moment on,,, 800 words are omitted below.

From that moment on

I began to pay attention to your actions, and at noon I came back from cooking to see that you had finished your meal and were sitting at the table reading a book. Originally, when I went to pick up food after a strenuous run, I was in a bad mood when I met someone cutting in line. Coupled with the fact that you are leisurely reading the book and hurriedly putting it away as soon as you see me, I always feel that you are avoiding me or something. I was so tasteless at that meal.

In this way, I often began to notice something, and we had a small quarrel, but we all quickly regained ...... calm

Bacon said, "Tell your bosom friend about the pain, and it will be halved." That's how magic comes in friendship! "Is that true? But I didn't dare to put it into practice.

Whenever I'm upset (of course, you're the "perpetrator" and you don't even find out), I'll always bring it to you, but instead of complaining and confessing it, I'll slap this wave of pain at you in my stubborn way every time you feel inexplicable. I know that you want to comfort me, too, but you can't find a boat to carry you to my side. So you look at the scenery alone, pretend to be fine, and go.

As you said to me last time, Xiao A said that some of your usual behaviors - hurting others and hurting yourself.

Once, when we were having dinner together and talking about what I was angry about, you said, "I wanted to comfort you, but you ignored me, and I will forget it." Because my other friends are angry, as soon as I comfort her, she will be all right away, but you ......It's been a long time, I'm tired of it.

Tired of it. We've been at the same table since then.

From that moment on, we broke off.

Until the other day, I read a sentence from Beethoven that even the most sacred friendship may have secrets, but you must not misunderstand a friend because you can't guess it.

Am I misunderstanding you? I asked myself....Dress up bad....

From that moment on, I learned to cherish everyone around me.

Will it be late?

Crumpled rice paper was scattered in the study, and Yo-Yo Ma's classical cello was getting heavier and heavier, and for months, I couldn't find a way to ......This may be the biggest bottleneck I have encountered in learning calligraphy for so longo I copied Yan Zhenqing's "Manuscript for the Sacrifice of My Nephew" for nearly four months, from the beginning of the structure is similar, the side rotation of the strokes is similar, until the final gossamer also reaches the level of deep similarity o But the teacher always says that something is missing, I keep practicingo and then crush a piece of rice paper full of hope o The reason why Yan Zhenqing can splash ink so much is because of his mood at that time, and he naturally can't experience the emotions expressed in calligraphy o And I always think that the highest level of calligraphy is not whether it is similar or not, It is a self-created style, and now I am trapped in this framework, unable to trace the direction o By chance, I was fortunate to come to the Shanghai Museum, and enjoyed Mi Fu's "Duojinglou", in thousands of works, I am only inclined to it, well-deserved "brush words", the side of the pen reveals a kind of rhyme of repression and frustration, the pen is very heavy, unrestrained, and slightly light in the middle, showing the bold o between the seemingly separated and connected crosses, I actually realized a kind of brightness that has never been there o from that moment, I seem to have put aside Yan Zhenqing's obsessiveness, from the "brush word" deeply triggered o More valuable, Mi Fu is also in the calligraphy of the hundreds of schools, only to accumulate to form their own unique style o When I re-lift the pen, the ink is spread out on the rice paper, although there is still the original shadow, but the mentality has changed greatly, I traced the direction of calligraphy o Perhaps, the direction of life is also the same, when going through a busy review stage, I always trap myself in a thick pile of materials, and sometimes, we should open our hearts and experience different landscapes, so as to harvest the most essential essence o Maybe if we think from a different angle, we will have a sense of willow and dark flowers o I spread out the crumpled rice paper and enjoy the sound of the classical cello, from that moment on, I experienced a direction of calligraphy, a direction of life, as Liang Shiqiu said: "All the splendid extremes have returned to dullness".

On the way home, I saw that the old man who was pinching the clay man was still fiddling with the mud in his hand, and the people who came and went next to him stopped from time to time to take a look. The old man's hand moved most quickly on the edge of the mud and whispered: "We Chinese are not easy at this craft!"

At this moment and here, I can't help but think of everything that happened here yesterday, that admirable thing. Xiaohe Essay Network.

At the mouth of the alley, a white cloth banner with the words "Pangezhuang Clay Man Bi Qinding" written on it, and an old man sat next to him, constantly fiddling with a piece of mud in his hand, and his eyes looked around from time to time. After a while, someone came around, pointing at the mud ball in the old man's hand, and after a while, the mud ball changed and became the appearance of Li Taibai, dressed in green clothes, and his hand was lying on the ground, looking drunk, really god! The people next to him were dumbfounded.

A pedestrian suddenly asked, "Is it sold for 1 yuan?" "1 yuan 5" was received immediately.

The old man unhurriedly picked up the Li Taibai and gave it to the person who came first. At this time, a fashionably dressed young man came over and said, "1 yuan 5, I have a bag!"

So he threw down a few ten-dollar bills and prepared to pack them.

But the clay figure covered the clay figure with his rough hands and asked, "You have wrapped it, what will they do?" The young man was stunned for a moment, threw down a few ten-dollar bills, and said, "Is this okay?"

No," the old man still didn't let go. "Do you think I've come all the way here for these dozens of spines and dollars? I don't have anything at home, so why should I suffer this sin!

I'm here to let us Chinese remember, we still have this craft! The old man's words made me awe-struck me at that time, and from that moment on, I will never forget that we still have this craft!

Thinking of this, I pinched the few yuan specially prepared in my pocket and ran forward: "Grandpa, give me two!" ”