1: From that moment on.

When dusk came quietly, a wisp of kitchen smoke curled up not far away and kissed the sky safely. From that moment on, people finished their day's work and began to reunite with their families.

This is my memory. I left my hometown for a long time, and gradually forgot their familiar voices and smiles, and forgot the appearance and aroma of kitchen smoke.

One day, I was working hard and somehow remembered that I hadn't called my grandparents for a long time, and I especially missed them. I couldn't help dialing the familiar and unfamiliar number. Grandpa's voice came from the other end of the phone. He asked me about my recent life with concern. It's a little noisy. As you can imagine, people are already on their way home at this time. I seem to see a little vague smoke rising, and I think of playing hopscotch with my friends in front of the house. "Everything is fine." I can only say it briefly, because I am already in tears.

I decided to go back to my hometown to see my grandparents and the long-lost kitchen smoke.

The car drove so fast that I got off at the station before I could recall the scenery of my hometown. Suddenly I have a feeling of fear. Fortunately, the old uncle with a hoe grinned at me, and his white teeth shone with healthy beauty, which made him feel very comfortable.

On my way home, I looked around, looking for the smoke in my memory. But it seems to have been made invisible by Harry Potter. It takes a long time to walk slowly, but it takes so long when the road is short. I'm a little disappointed. I feel that I have lost the tacit understanding with my hometown and cooking smoke.

The sky soon darkened. I walked home quickly. Suddenly, the whole person shuddered and settled there. At present, there is a faint smoke, with a faint grain yellow, rising leisurely in a leisurely manner. There is a breeze blowing, and a real smell fills my nose. I feel a deep warmth, which is the taste of my hometown.

From this moment on, my heart and hometown are closely connected with everything, and I know it has always been there.

I ran home with open arms. And that smoke, like an unknown flower, blooms faintly. When the wind blows, sweet pollen overflows my heart.

From that moment on, I knew that my hometown would always exist, as real as smoke, permeating every corner of my heart and going through every step of my life.

2. From that moment.

The sun is like fire, and even the air seems sticky, leaving only a lazy ending. Sitting on a tricycle, I let the weather control my mood, and my heart was agitated.

Bored, I carefully looked at the tricycle driver in front. This is a middle-aged man with a long-sleeved uniform in black and blue, heavy trousers rolled up high and an old pair of slippers dragged on his feet. Every time he stepped on it, his heel turned white with a creak, but the wrinkles still hid evil people and evil people. A canyon-like crack has been winding to the depths, faintly visible bloodshot. The dark old handle witnessed the aging of the car. Listening to this coachman singing an unknown ditty-a dialect that people can't understand, it reveals a good mood that can't be concealed.

Did you earn enough money today to make you so happy?

"Thank you!" "You're welcome!" I paid the money. Watching him open his wallet, sporadic coins lay there quietly, and there was nothing else.

I was surprised from the moment he opened his wallet. His happiness is simple because he is happy.

Isn't happiness a complicated formation? Isn't it a rainbow after the storm? From that moment on, I found happiness is actually very simple. Because the ending is doomed, why not face it happily? It's no use crying, so we greeted them with a smile. The reason for happiness is only happiness. What "being the first" and "wedding candle" are just complex expressions of happiness, but only a restrictive model of happiness. Once "people" are modeled, they become "prisoners". How can there be happiness?

From that moment on, simplicity is happiness.

There is great beauty in heaven and earth, which is derived from simplicity; Life is full of fatigue, hidden in complexity. People are happy when they are simple, but few people are happy; People suffer when they are complicated, but people who suffer are bustling. Let go of the obsession with material things and believe that simplicity is happiness.

From that moment on, I understand that happiness is because of happiness, so from this moment on, please believe that happiness is simple and happy!

3. "From that moment on"

The bond of friendship may be strained by emotion, but it must never be broken.

We, uh, broke up?

Recently, the frequency of our quarrels has soared, always for small things.

At that time, you often buried yourself in a squat pit, looking tired and sleeping, but it was not. Once, I wanted to discuss the teacher's class with you, but I happened to find a book on your leg. You are reading in the dark! Although this is a small matter, in my opinion, you are guarding me! Don't we all study together? Why did you do it in secret? Why are you doing this? Even if I knew you were studying, I wouldn't say anything. Why are you holding the lamp? It's bad for your eyes! I really want to ask ...

From that moment on, our friendship line was loose.

I began to pay attention to your behavior. When I came back from cooking at noon, I saw that you had cooked the meal and were sitting at the dining table reading. Originally, I was in a bad mood. I went to get food after a strenuous run and met someone who cut in line. Plus, you read books leisurely, and put them away as soon as you see me. I always feel that you are avoiding me. That meal, I was so tasteless.

In this way, I often start to notice something. We had a little quarrel, but they all recovered quickly. ...

Bacon said, "Tell your bosom friend about your pain, and it will be halved." . The role of friendship is so magical! "Is that true? I'm afraid of practicing.

Whenever I am upset (of course, you are the "perpetrator" and you don't notice), I will always bring it to you, but I won't complain, I won't tell you frankly, but I will slap you with this painful wave in my stubborn way when you always feel puzzled. I know you want to comfort me, but I can't find a boat to take you to my side. So you look at the scenery alone, pretend nothing, and leave.

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

Once, when we had dinner together and talked about my anger, you said, "I really wanted to comfort you, but you ignored me and I forgot." Because when my other friends are angry, I comfort her and she will be fine, but you have been fine ... for a long time, and I am tired of it. "

Tired of it.

From then on, we exchanged places and were no longer deskmates.

From that moment, we broke up.

Until the other day, I read a sentence by Beethoven: Even the most sacred friendship may contain secrets, but you shouldn't misunderstand a friend because you can't guess his secrets.

Did I misunderstand you? I asked myself. ...

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

Will it be too late?

4. From that moment.

There are crumpled rice papers scattered in the study, and Yo-Yo Ma's classical cello is getting louder and louder. I haven't been able to find my way for months. ...

This may be the biggest bottleneck I have encountered in learning calligraphy for so long. Yan Zhenqing's "Draft for Sacrificing a Nephew" was copied for nearly four months. At first, the structure was similar, and the strokes were similar, until finally the hairspring reached a deep similarity. But the teacher always said something was missing, so I kept practicing. Then crush a hopeful rice paper. Yan Zhenqing was able to splash ink like this because he was in a state of mind at that time and naturally could not understand the emotions revealed by calligraphy. I have always believed that the highest realm of calligraphy is not whether it is similar or not, but a self-created style. Now I'm trapped in this frame, and I can't find my way at all.

By chance, I was lucky enough to come to the Shanghai Museum and enjoy Mi Fei's The Story of a Multi-view Building. Among thousands of works, I only fell in love with it. It is a well-deserved "brush character", and there are cadences between the side pens. The pen is bold and bold, and the middle is slightly lighter, which shows its boldness. Between dozens of crosses that seem to be separated and connected, I actually realized a kind of clarity that I have never seen before. From that moment on, I seemed to throw away Yan Zhenqing's restraint and was deeply triggered by "brushing words". What's more, Mi Fei has accumulated his own unique style by copying hundreds of kinds of calligraphy.

At the moment when I started writing again, the ink was scattered on the rice paper like flowing water. Although there is still the original shadow, but the mentality has changed greatly, pursuing the direction of calligraphy. Perhaps the direction of life is the same. When I go through a busy review stage, I always trap myself in a thick pile of materials. Sometimes, we should open our hearts and appreciate different scenery in order to gain the most essential truth. Maybe if you think about it from another angle, you will feel a bright future.

I smooth the pieces of broken rice paper and enjoy the sound of classical cello. From that moment on, I felt a direction of calligraphy and a direction of life, just like Liang Shiqiu said, "Everything is gorgeous and plain again."

5: "From that moment on"

Two years passed quietly, weightless, like a drunken evening breeze, and passed away without a trace, but in that barren memory, that unforgettable moment still remained clearly. ...

The large hall is covered with blue tulle and white curtain, and the front of the mourning hall is filled with smoke. Grandpa's photo is hung in the most eye-catching place, smiling. Grandpa is over ninety this year, and his wrinkled face bears witness to the vicissitudes of the years. Grandpa's first half of his life was very hard, and a group of children brought him up at home. Since he was a teenager, he did everything that people of his time could do. He went to the mountains and the sea and did everything. Later, several children grew up, got married and got married. He worked hard for most of his life, and he didn't enjoy his old age until he couldn't walk in his sixties and seventies. ...

This is the overall impression of my grandfather in my mind, and I occasionally hear it from my mother's nagging. Grandpa, for me, is almost just a concept, because I have a complete family, playing from childhood to adulthood. In my life, the role of grandpa is basically missing.

Slowly, all the children grew up and grandpa became weak and old. In my later years, I didn't get any diseases of the elderly and the rich, and I had fewer colds and coughs. In the last few years, he still lived an easy life. Simple life, without too many twists and turns, can hardly see the traces of historical changes in this ordinary old man. He just fell asleep, fell asleep, lay in bed, fell asleep, and left without pain or unfinished wishes.

This should be what people call natural death. This is his blessing. It is also a blessing for future generations.

Therefore, my grandfather's death, in my opinion, does not seem too sad. ...

When the music started, mom said she was going to get up, and the children and grandchildren circled around grandpa's coffin to see him off for the last time. Then, in a relatively empty place, a circle of mourners began to gather around. ...

Firecrackers, beatings, cries and comments from onlookers all rang. ...

What a familiar scene. ...

I remember five or six years ago, I came to grandma's funeral. That night, I came to the mourning hall and watched my grandmother lying peacefully in the freezer. I stood without fear for a long time. At that moment, my heart was surprisingly calm.

Life and death have always been the spiritual shackles that plague everyone alive. How should we live this life? Life or death, what should we do? Shi Tiesheng, a writer who lived to the most arrogant age and suddenly lost his legs, thought all day in the desolate altar: why should people suffer? Why is he God's chosen person? What's it like to be dead?

"Man is born, which is no longer a controversial issue, but a fact given to him by God; When God gave us this fact, he has guaranteed its result by the way, so death is a thing that does not need to be rushed. Death is a festival that is bound to come. "

A person who is driven crazy, after a lifetime of explanation, will eventually be freed.

From that moment on, I seemed to understand: perhaps, death should also be something to celebrate. Zhuangzi sang it when his wife died. Life and death are common, the living need not be sad, and the dead have no attachments. ...

"Niu niu, tai had already left. Do you know where she went? "

"In the sky." My three-year-old niece pointed to the sky with her chubby little hand.

"In the sky?" I'm confused.

"In the sky, there,' how beautiful'."

"How beautiful" is the place my little niece likes and wants to go. In the little niece's simple little mind, everyone left, that is, went to a delicious and fun place.

Silence.

I froze there, my ears seemed to be intermittently deaf, and the noise of the world was instantaneous, as quiet as dust and silent. ...