"A Night That Shocked the Soul" When I saw my cousin again, it was at dusk on a weekend at the end of May.

He was wearing a wrinkled T-shirt, with a large bag on his shoulder and a large black plastic bag in his hand. His face was so dusty that I could hardly recognize him.

My cousin is one year younger than me and lives in a town in Mianzhu.

During the summer vacation, my father often took me to stay with my uncle for a while.

My cousin, his classmate Mao Zi, and I, the three of us, often went to the quiet Berlin under the guise of reviewing our homework, sat on the wide lawn and pretended to endorse books, and then threw the books into the sky and took out the books.

He took out the poker hidden in his trouser pocket and started throwing the poker.

Big Berlin is so quiet. When we were tired from playing, we could hear the sound of waves blowing through Berlin when we lay on the lawn.

After dinner, we often went to the Mianshui River to cool off. The river dam was very large. We dipped our bare feet into the cold water and chased each other. The mountain wind blowing from the foot of Longmen Mountain made our clothes and hair flutter.

My cousin had a very cheerful personality at that time, but his grades were not as good as Maozi's. My aunt often criticized him and compared Maozi with him.

Whenever this happened, he would make faces at me.

So when I saw Mao Zi the next day, he used yesterday's criticism to blackmail Mao Zi into buying him a box of ice cream. Mao Zi spread his hands and said in pain, "Is it a sin to have good grades?" Then he helplessly gave it to the two of us.

Each person will pay one "Ili Zi".

That was almost the happiest time of my summer vacation.

But I haven’t seen my cousin in almost two years.

Because of the high school entrance examination, during the summer vacation of the second grade of junior high school, at the request of my father, I began to shuttle in various cram schools, and the shadow of my cousin was gradually forgotten by me under the heavy study pressure.

Mianzhu was the hardest-hit area by the "5.12" earthquake. At the beginning, the phone calls could not be made. Our family was very anxious. Later, we finally got in touch with my uncle and learned that except for the collapsed house, there were no survivors.

It was serious, so I felt relieved.

My uncle and aunt had to participate in the earthquake relief work and had no time to take care of my cousin. His school had also collapsed, so he had to drive to Chengdu by himself. He hoped that his father could arrange for his cousin to study in Chengdu temporarily.

Without any effort, my father quickly contacted a school for my cousin to attend, and he lived in my room.

When I came home from boarding school every weekend, I often saw my cousin sitting under the lamp, lost in thought.

I told him how our school donated money and materials to the disaster area, and he only responded lightly, but his eyes looked blurry.

On weekends, I took him to the amusement park and KFC. Sitting in the spacious and bright lobby of KFC, I saw him turning his head away from the TV program showing news about the disaster area.

I think there must be something deeply pressing in my cousin's heart.

That weekend, we went back late. When we passed the Funan River, he suddenly asked me: "Brother, do you remember Maozi?" Of course I remember Maozi's curly hair that can never be combed and his

That silly smiling face.

"Brother, do you know? Maozi is dead!" I was shocked. "He had already rushed to the stairs, and suddenly ran back. I knew he was looking for me, but he didn't know that I

He had already rushed in front of him, and once Mao Zi entered, he never came back..." I stood there blankly, unable to hear what my cousin was saying clearly. I just felt the night wind from the Funan River making my body very cold.

Very cold.

In mid-June, my cousin is going back to Mianzhu. I have already agreed with him that after my high school entrance examination is over, I will go see Maozi with him.

Brief Comment Among the many essays on the theme of earthquakes, the young author abandons grand and empty narratives, but starts from his own personal experience, starting from his own feelings, and shocking people in his quiet narrative.

This excellent composition is very restrained in both narration and lyricism, showing the young author's familiarity with language; the author has made enough preparations before the night that shocked the soul, so that the arrival of the climax has a shocking effect;

What is particularly worth mentioning is that the young author’s language has great tension and is good at leaving blank spaces. For example, why did my cousin turn his head away when reading the news about the disaster area? For example, after listening to his cousin’s words, he said that the night in Funan River

The wind is very cold, leaving enough space for readers to interpret. The words are finished but the meaning is not finished.

------------------------------------------------"tolerant

》 I remember the French writer Victor Hugo once said: The widest thing in the world is the ocean, wider than the ocean is the sky, and wider than the sky is the human mind.

It can tolerate all things in the world, be kind to others, and turn conflicts into friendship.

What I really understood was an accident.

It was Monday morning, and I hurriedly washed the lunch box.

You know, time is life!

By gaining time, you can complete your homework ahead of time and have more time to read.

There are still a lot of homework in the classroom waiting for me to "date" with them.

But something happened today. There were many times more people at the pool than usual.

Are all homework assignments uniform across the school?

I began to become irritable, and my anger rose little by little, and my whole person became a volcano ready to explode.