All quiet on the western front, who wrote it?

Tao Tao _ 1028 Hello, my friend. The author of the book all quiet on the western front mentioned in your question is remarque, a famous modern German writer.

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Erich Maria remarque, a famous German modern writer, later became an American. His first successful work, all quiet on the western front, was written in 1929, which established his important position in German and even world literary history. This novel is also an indictment of the German youth who were destroyed in the First World War. As soon as it was published, it caused an unprecedented sensation The book has been translated into 29 languages and sold as many as 8 million copies, which is especially popular among local young people.

The following is the outline of all calm on the western front:

I am a high school student named Boymer. 19 14 In August, Germany was involved in the First World War. My teacher is a militant. He actively encourages us to join the army and become an infantry. Our headmaster kept giving us long speeches, so we came to the battlefield. We came with four classmates, the other three are thoughtful Cropp, Miller who is still struggling to recite the laws of physics in the fire, and Lerner who is very interested in women. We were all 19 years old that year, and there were four people with us, including our "leader" and a strong and resourceful veteran Kasinski, who was bent on missing his hometown.

Although all eight of us came to the battlefield, no matter who we were, we didn't know why we came out to fight. When we first entered the battlefield and the line of fire, we participated in the battle with different thoughts, feelings and experiences. Here, we share weal and woe, help each other and feel like brothers.

When we entered the military camp, we first received 10 weeks of military training. The training and reform during this period is more decisive than the 10 year in our student days. We learned that a polished button is more important than four volumes of Schopenhauer's works. First we were surprised, then disgusted, and finally we didn't care. We admit that it is not the spirit that plays a decisive role, but the boot brush; Not an idea, but a system; Not freedom, but practice.

In this way, we young people with patriotic enthusiasm walked out of the school gate with the worship of heroic spirit, and were sent to the battlefield after short-term training. However, as soon as we arrived at the front, our original ideals of life and even war, as well as the wave temperature doctrine, were all shattered.

At the front, I was miserable for what I witnessed: we were unbearable dirty, covered with lice, and sometimes hungry and cold; I heard gunfire and bombing, or people screaming before they died; What I saw was smoke, a sea of fire, blood and bodies everywhere. The front line is a mysterious whirlpool ... I always feel that the attraction of the whirlpool is slowly, inevitably and irresistibly sucking me in. I kept silently praying for my dying comrades and their ascension, but every prayer was completely shattered by reality. I became a little nagging on the battlefield. After seeing a man die, I couldn't help saying to myself, "I saw him die with my own eyes." I didn't know what death was like before. "

When we get close to the enemy, we become dangerous beasts. We are not fighting, but protecting ourselves from destruction. In the wave of explosion, we were full of cruelty, which made us known as highwaymen, murderers and evil spirits.

After every fierce battle, you will find that the number of people around you is decreasing, and some recruits are hit by bullets as soon as they go into battle. The battlefield after the ceasefire, at first glance: some people are still alive, but their skulls have exploded; Some soldiers are walking, but their legs have been blown off, and they can only move forward step by step with the help of the residual limbs left by the explosion; Some soldiers actually dragged their smashed knees and climbed two kilometers on the ground with their bare hands; There is also a soldier. When he arrived at the first aid station, people found his intestines piled on his folded hands. People can also see people who have no mouth, chin and face ... they can't find the glory and pride that the headmaster said, but they are troubled by pain and death.

The war is so cruel, moreover, at the front, the battlefield is like a cage, no one can save themselves, and the soldiers have to wait for anything that may happen in fear. Under the shuttle artillery net, we live in vague thoughts, wandering overhead, being killed or alive is accidental.

At this time, only the earth is the only relative of the soldiers. The earth is less important to anyone than to soldiers. When a soldier is attached to the earth for a long time, when he is afraid of being killed by gunfire and deeply buries his face and limbs in the embrace of the earth, the earth is his only friend, his brother and his mother. However, sometimes the earth often catches him forever.

Those who can get up from the earth alive are lucky, but there are others who can't get up by themselves, so they are thrown into another battlefield without gunfire-military hospitals. The situation there is just as bad. There are often no good doctors and nurses, too many wounded, too few people, and lack of medical equipment and necessary medicines. It is also full of pain, groans and fears. Some of the wounded died here without fighting, and some were sent to the "death room" before they died, waiting for the arrival of death.

Partners left one by one, some died on the battlefield, some died in the hospital. I was injured, too, and I recovered and returned to the front. In a battle, I tried my best to carry my best friend, the injured Carter, from the battlefield to the first aid station, but the hygienist told me, "You don't have to bother." It turned out that Carter had been shot dead when he was lying on my back.

In this way, I am the last of the other seven people in my class except Chad. I finally waited for a truce. I want to go back to my hometown to live again, but on the other hand, I can't help but sigh: "If we go back now, we will be very tired, will collapse, will be exhausted, have no foundation, and have no hope. We will never find our way again. "

After returning to the rear, people are still obsessed with war, laughing at my attitude towards war and comparing me to a worthless coward. In my opinion, "we are very young, only 20 years old;" However, I know nothing about life except despair, death, fear and confusion and shallowness related to the abyss of sadness. For many years, our job was to kill people-this was our first occupation. Our understanding of life is limited to death. What will happen in the future? What will we become? "The previous generation will go back to work and the war will be forgotten. And the next generation will treat us as redundant people and push us aside. And ourselves, some people will adapt, and some people will only obey. And most of us will be at a loss: as time goes on, we will eventually be destroyed.

I went back to the battlefield, 19 18 10, and I was killed. The report said: "He threw himself forward and lay on the ground as if he were asleep. His face didn't feel much pain, but he was calm and almost satisfied. "

On that day, the whole front line was so quiet, quiet, and there was a saying in the battle report: everything on the western front was quiet.