In the first paragraph of the anthology, I wrote the gun repeatedly. According to my feelings when I heard the gunfire, why did the author write like this?

Now, I hear heavy guns roaring outside. Without a gun, there was almost silence around. I only hear the occasional sound of fire devouring and the loud noise of gables collapsing somewhere in the dark. The guns were even and rhythmic. I was thinking: what an excellent artillery team! I know, guns are usually like this, but I still think so. My God, how comforting and pleasant these guns are. They are deep and rough, like soft and almost elegant organ sounds. They are elegant anyway. I think even if the guns roar, it is elegant. These guns sound elegant and really look like wars in picture books ... and then I thought, if another memorial to fallen soldiers is built. It suddenly occurred to me that if I were really at my alma mater, my name would be engraved on the stone tablet; In the history of the school, my name will be written at the back: "From the school to the battlefield, for ..." (from "Wandering, if you go to April 8 ...")

(2)

I don't believe that war is only caused by politicians and capitalists, and all beings are as guilty as they are; Otherwise, many people and countries will rebel! There is an impulse to destroy, an impulse to be angry, and an impulse to kill. Unless everyone goes through a transformation without exception, there will still be wars, and everything that has been painstakingly built, cultivated and planted will be cut down, destroyed and then started again! (excerpt from Het Achterhuis)

(3)

Two people who lost their loved ones, two handfuls of sand thrown to a foreign land by an unprecedented war storm ... what is waiting for them ahead? I hope this Russian, a man with indomitable will, can endure everything and that child can grow up beside his father. When he grows up, he can endure everything and overcome all kinds of obstacles on the road, if the motherland calls him to do so. I sent it to them with heavy melancholy ... I could have been happy when I broke up, but Vanya used a pair of short ones. Suddenly, he turned to me and waved a pink hand. In a flash, it seemed that a soft and sharp claw caught my heart, and I hurriedly turned away. No, a white-haired old man in the war years didn't just cry in his dreams; They also cry when they are awake. The most important thing here is not to hurt the child's heart. Don't let him see how a stingy and sad man's tears roll on your cheeks ... (from A Man's Experience)

Hope to adopt.