The first paragraph of the selected article repeatedly writes about the sound of cannons. Based on my feelings when hearing the sound of cannons, talk about why the author writes this way.

Now, I hear the roar of heavy artillery outside. Without the sound of the cannons, there would have been almost silence; only the occasional roar of consuming fire could be heard, and somewhere in the darkness the loud sound of a gable wall collapsing. The gunfire was even and rhythmic. I was thinking: What an outstanding artillery team! I know that's how the sound of artillery usually sounds, but I still think so. My God, what a comforting, pleasant sound, deep and rough, like the soft and almost elegant sound of an organ. It is elegant anyway. I think cannons are elegant even when they are roaring. The sound of the cannon sounded so elegant, it really looked like a battle in a picture book... Then I thought, if another monument to the fallen soldiers was completed, a larger golden iron cross would be erected on the top of the monument, and it would be decorated with larger laurel flowers. Ring stone carving, how many people's names should be engraved on it! It suddenly occurred to me: If I were really in my alma mater, then my name would be engraved on the stone tablet; in the history of the school, it would be written behind my name: "I went to the battlefield from school and died for..." (Excerpt from "Wanderer, if you go to Spain...")

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I do not believe that war is only caused by politicians and capitalists, and that all living beings are as guilty as they are; Otherwise, many people and nations would have risen up in rebellion long ago! There is an impulse in the human heart to destroy, to get angry and kill. Unless everyone, without exception, goes through a transformation, there will still be war, and everything that has been painstakingly built, nurtured and planted will be cut down, destroyed, and started all over again! (Excerpt from "The Diary of Anne Frank")

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Two people who lost their loved ones, two sands thrown into a foreign land by the unprecedentedly strong storm of war... What is there? Where are they waiting in front? I hope that this Russian, this man of indomitable will, can endure everything, and that the child, growing up beside his father, will also be able to endure everything and overcome every obstacle in his path when he grows up. If his country calls him to do so. With a heavy melancholy, I sent them off with my eyes... Originally, when we parted, everything was fine, but Vanya ran a few steps with her short legs and suddenly came towards me. Turning around, he waved a pink hand. In an instant, it seemed as if a soft and sharp claw grabbed my heart, and I turned away in a hurry. No, men who had grown gray during the war years didn't just weep in their dreams; they wept when they were awake, too. The most important thing here is not to hurt the child's heart, and don't let him see how the tears of a stingy and sad man are rolling on your cheeks... (Excerpt from "A Person's Experience")

Hope to adopt.