Excerpts from good words:
Covering people's eyes and ears, rushing out, ready to go, expressionless, the situation is grim, rainy and foggy, and tears are in my eyes.
Chest infarction, wailing, dizziness, indignation, torture, unyielding cries and cheers, desperate anxiety.
Disdainful, unreasonable, glaring, shivering, triumphant and invincible.
Soul-stirring, drooling, self-defeating, ambitious, stumbling, dancing, leisurely, to solve your anxiety.
Cry about it, it's miserable and radiant, look around, all kinds of homeless people.
Excerpts from good sentences:
1. At the exit of the station, they were strictly inspected. Although Jiang Jie took out his certificate, the military police still looked at the luggage volume, which surprised Jiang Jie and clearly saw that the county seat was completely shrouded in a particularly serious white terror. If it weren't for the driver's protection along the way, they would probably have an accident as soon as they arrived at their destination.
I walked a little further and saw a little more clearly. On the high tower, there are several wooden cages hanging. Ah, isn't this a publicity stunt? Jiang Jie was surprised and took a few steps. After a look, there was a bloody head in that wooden cage!
For an instant, he seemed to see the shadow of that delicate machine, just like a small pedal mask aligner. ..... Yes, that's it! However, when he put the pencil into the drawing paper and just looked at the blank paper, the phantom of the machine became blurred or even empty.
Xu Pengfei doesn't want to think about it. He put the paper aside and suppressed his thoughts. He doesn't believe that being drunk will be better than himself. Against * * * producers, even a sly old fox who is drunk may not win. What bothers him is not only the constraint of drunkenness, but also the flexibility and alertness of the producer's activities, which makes him unable to find useful clues.
The usual noise and roar outside made him move into an interrogation room. In the interrogation room, smoke billowed and the air was very dirty. He caught a glimpse of a man in his thirties tied to a tiger stool, with a fire beside him, and several people were stuffing a smoking soldering iron into the chest of the interrogated person. Regardless of this, Xu Pengfei went to the window alone, pulled open the curtain and pushed open a closed window. He needs to get rid of his troubles and breathe fresh air. Outside the window, the drizzle floated to his face, and the chill barely helped him calm his inner ups and downs.
It's getting dark, and more customers seem to come in and out. Every evening, most people buy books and read books. The bookstore is crowded with students who come out of school after supper. Chen Songlin was too busy picking up books, collecting money and looking for money from the crowd to listen to the noisy gossip of those students.
7, Taiwan Province lights into the desk, a burly, dark-faced, middle-aged, clean-shaven, heavy, fat chin, sitting in a swivel chair without expression. The hand holding the pen waved on the official document. He is the core figure who holds all the operational power of the whole drug trafficking network. A golden plum blossom embedded in the neckline of Huang Jun's casual clothes shines in the light.
As soon as he entered the shop, he noticed a long-haired and pale young man beside a bookshelf, absorbed in reading a thick book. He seems to have stood for a long time, and his thin face looks more gloomy in the light. Zhigao Pu looked at him piteously in the dark. This young man may be the man mentioned by Chen Songlin, isn't he?
He had a sharp hard pencil in his hand, and a lamp lit up a large piece of white paper in front of him. In order to make an ideal machine, he stayed up late for several nights. He chewed a pencil and stirred his brain to think hard, but there was no trace of thinking on the white drawing paper.
10, he calmly turned a few blocks, making sure there was no "tail" behind him, and went straight to the dormitory No.5 of Dachuan Bank. This is a residential area near the city center. The roadside is covered with trees, which is very quiet. There are few pedestrians on the street during the Chinese New Year. He held out his hand and rang the doorbell. After a long wait, the black paint door slowly opened. A middle-aged man in a navy serge suit appeared at the door, wearing a coat. Seeing Yu Xinjiang, he nodded slightly and let him in. I'm used to looking at the street again before closing the door.
1 1. If the distribution of secret service is compared to a black spider web, then the secret service stations, groups, stations and points under the command of this building are like dense spider webs, interwoven into a huge web of terror, and every invisible spider silk leads to a secret place. This gloomy building is the intersection of dark nests woven by countless spider silk and giant poisonous spiders. Even the slightest sign of trouble, touching spider silk and affecting the spider web, will immediately cause the spiders in this huge nest to rush out.
12, the car is ringing. It's probably a few hours ago that the people he ordered to drive arrived ... Xu Pengfei listened for a while, and there were noisy voices everywhere. These voices are all responses to his will, and everything is going according to his will. He lit a cigarette and conveniently dug out a document from the official document, which was an important meeting record. Zhu Shaoliang, the CEO of the office, presided over the summary report of Class C. He put the file into the file pile that had been processed, but temporarily changed his mind and took it back, reading it carefully with the winner's mood.
13, two water policemen dressed in white walked down the aisle, followed by several soldiers carrying guns, bayonets flashing cold light. The inspection is being carried out in the steerage, and only the sound of bayonets piercing into wooden cases and cans is heard, mixed with the shrill cries of children.
14, watching, config-ext-QQ's eyes flashed a light, and he suddenly felt unusually fresh and happy! What did Lao Li used to do? He knows nothing except what Lao Li just said, but he is convinced that the document that his eldest brother brought home from the East Sichuan Special Committee at that time was written by Li Jingyuan himself!
15, looking back, Jie Jiang saw a long list of able-bodied men in tattered military uniforms emerge from the foggy sea like ghosts, with their shoulders contracted, their hands caged in cuffs and trembling all over; Thin cheeks, prominent cheekbones, no expression on the ground, a pair of dark eyes, deep in desperate eyes ... When he reached the river, Lifu put down his luggage, and Jiang Jie paid the money and stood among the passing passengers waiting. Jiang Feng blew head-on, shaking her skirts, and the wet sea of fog surrounded her. She buttoned up her new fine wool coat and reached into her coat pocket.
In the few hours of 16, Chen Songlin can roughly judge from some scattered conversations that the ugly drama he saw with his own eyes in front of the discipline office of Chongqing University some time ago aroused the students' anger. There may be a strike, and other schools in Shami area are also planning to respond to support. This situation makes him happy, because the constant struggle between factories and schools, the repression of people's livelihood and the boiling of people's grievances will definitely make the enemy in a hurry and unable to cope.
17, the shop assistant is a round-faced young man, eighteen or nineteen years old, stocky. He was transferred from the garage to Chen Songlin. He hasn't come back since he left the factory, and no one knows that he has become a shop assistant. He was not used to doing such a job at first; I feel particularly lonely coming out of the fierce struggle in the factory. He is very concerned about the situation of the gun factory, but he can't ask or ask casually. As it happens, this bookstore is just a backup liaison station, and Lao Xu has never been here once, so he always feels that he has done too little work for the Party.
18, crossing this noisy street, he repeatedly gave way to the bus with black smoke tail. This worn-out diesel car, with the bumpy and harsh noise from the rolling ground, coupled with the cries of vendors and stalls selling surplus American goods, the panicked shouts of rickshaw cases and the noise of pedestrians all over the street, turned the festive street into a pot of porridge rolling around.
19, Cheng Gang came to the repair shop. There are only a few cold and shabby workshops in the factory, which are overgrown with weeds Hundreds of workers, huddled in dilapidated shacks, have nowhere to go-they all moved from other provinces with factories during the Anti-Japanese War, and have not received a penny since they stopped working. This mess is now left to Cheng Gang. I hope he "manages" the rubbish and hundreds of unemployed workers.
20. Cheng Gang is different from his clever and lively sister. He has broad shoulders, a square face, a plump and open forehead and upright eyes. He is of medium build, wearing a yellow jacket, blue serge bloomers and shiny black semi-uniform leather boots. There is a purple scarf around the neckline, which sets off the thoughtful expression on her face.
Hongyan's good words, sentences and paragraphs
1, the desk lamp fell on the desk, a burly, dark-faced middle-aged man, with a clean beard, thick eyebrows, big eyes and a fat chin, sitting in a swivel chair with no expression. The hand holding the pen waved on the official document. He is the core figure who holds all the operational power of the whole drug trafficking network. A golden plum blossom embedded in the neckline of Huang Jun's casual clothes shines in the light.
The usual noise and roar outside made him move into an interrogation room. In the interrogation room, smoke billowed and the air was very dirty. He caught a glimpse of a man in his thirties tied to a tiger stool, with a fire beside him, and several people were stuffing a smoking soldering iron into the chest of the interrogated person. Regardless of this, Xu Pengfei went to the window alone, pulled open the curtain and pushed open a closed window. He needs to get rid of his troubles and breathe fresh air. Outside the window, the drizzle floated to his face, and the chill barely helped him calm his inner ups and downs.
3. Looking at it, Cheng Gang flashed a light in front of him, and suddenly he felt unusually fresh and happy! What did Lao Li used to do? He knows nothing except what Lao Li just said, but he is convinced that the document that his eldest brother brought home from the East Sichuan Special Committee at that time was written by Li Jingyuan himself!
The clerk is a round-faced young man, eighteen or nineteen years old, short and chubby. He was transferred from the garage to Chen Songlin. He hasn't come back since he left the factory, and no one knows that he has become a shop assistant. He was not used to doing such a job at first; I feel particularly lonely coming out of the fierce struggle in the factory. He is very concerned about the situation of the gun factory, but he can't ask or ask casually. As it happens, this bookstore is just a backup liaison station, and Lao Xu has never been here once, so he always feels that he has done too little work for the Party.
Two water policemen dressed in white walked in the corridor, followed by several soldiers with guns, their bayonets flashing cold light. The inspection is being carried out in the steerage, and only the sound of bayonets piercing into wooden cases and cans is heard, mixed with the shrill cries of children.
Crossing this noisy street, he gave way to a bus with black smoke at the end many times. This worn-out diesel car, with the bumpy and harsh noise from the rolling ground, coupled with the cries of vendors and stalls selling surplus American goods, the panicked shouts of rickshaw cases and the noise of pedestrians all over the street, turned the festive street into a pot of porridge rolling around.
7. Cheng Gang is different from his lively sister, with broad shoulders and a square face, and a pair of upright eyes under his plump and open forehead. He is of medium build, wearing a yellow jacket, blue serge bloomers and shiny black semi-uniform leather boots. There is a purple scarf around the neckline, which sets off the thoughtful expression on her face.
8. I walked a little further and saw a little more clearly. On the high tower, there are several wooden cages hanging. Ah, isn't this a publicity stunt? Jiang Jie was surprised and took a few steps. After a look, there was a bloody head in that wooden cage!
9. Looking back, Jie Jiang saw a long line of able-bodied men in tattered military uniforms emerge from the foggy sea like ghosts. They shrugged their shoulders, put their hands on their cuffs and trembled. Thin cheeks, prominent cheekbones, no expression on the ground, a pair of dark eyes, deep in desperate eyes ... When he reached the river, Lifu put down his luggage, and Jiang Jie paid the money and stood among the passing passengers waiting. Jiang Feng blew head-on, shaking her skirts, and the wet sea of fog surrounded her. She buttoned up her new fine wool coat and reached into her coat pocket.
10, he calmly turned a few blocks, making sure there was no "tail" behind him, and went straight to the dormitory No.5 of Dachuan Bank. This is a residential area near the city center. The roadside is covered with trees, which is very quiet. There are few pedestrians on the street during the Chinese New Year. He held out his hand and rang the doorbell. After a long wait, the black paint door slowly opened. A middle-aged man in a navy serge suit appeared at the door, wearing a coat. Seeing Yu Xinjiang, he nodded slightly and let him in. I'm used to looking at the street again before closing the door.
1, Cheng Gang came to the repair shop. There are only a few cold and shabby workshops in the factory, which are overgrown with weeds Hundreds of workers, huddled in dilapidated shacks, have nowhere to go-they all moved from other provinces with factories during the Anti-Japanese War, and have not received a penny since they stopped working. This mess is now left to Cheng Gang. I hope he "manages" the rubbish and hundreds of unemployed workers.
12, in a few hours, Chen Songlin can roughly judge from some scattered conversations that the ugly drama he saw with his own eyes in front of the discipline office of Chongqing University some time ago aroused the students' anger. There may be a strike, and other schools in Shami area are also planning to respond to support. This situation makes him happy, because the constant struggle between factories and schools, the repression of people's livelihood and the boiling of people's grievances will definitely make the enemy in a hurry and unable to cope.
13, it's getting dark, and there seem to be more customers coming in and out. Every evening, most people buy books and read books. The bookstore is crowded with students who come out of school after supper. Chen Songlin was too busy picking up books, collecting money and looking for money from the crowd to listen to the noisy gossip of those students.
14, holding a sharp hard pencil, a lamp lit up a large piece of white paper in front of him. He has spent several nights making an ideal machine. He chewed a pencil and stirred his brain to think hard, but there was no trace of thinking on the white drawing paper.
15, Xu Pengfei didn't want to think much. He put aside his papers and restrained his thoughts. He doesn't believe Yan mouth will be better than himself. Against * * * producers, even a sly old fox who is drunk may not win. What bothers him is not only the constraint of drunkenness, but also the flexibility and alertness of the producer's activities, which makes him unable to find useful clues.
16. At the exit of the station, they were strictly inspected. Although Jiang Jie took out his certificate, the military police still looked at the luggage volume, which surprised Jiang Jie and clearly saw that the county seat was completely shrouded in a particularly serious white terror. If it weren't for the driver's protection along the way, they would probably have an accident as soon as they arrived at their destination.
17. If the distribution of secret service is compared to a black spider web, then the secret service stations, groups, stations and points under the command of this building are like dense spider silk, interwoven into a huge web of terror, and every invisible spider silk leads to a secret place. This gloomy building is the intersection of dark nests woven by countless spider silk and giant poisonous spiders. Even the slightest sign of trouble, touching spider silk and affecting the spider web, will immediately cause the spiders in this huge nest to rush out.
18. As soon as he entered the shop, he noticed a young man with long hair and pale face beside a bookshelf, absorbed in reading a thick book. He seems to have stood for a long time, and his thin face looks more gloomy in the light. Zhigao Pu looked at him piteously in the dark. This young man may be the man mentioned by Chen Songlin, isn't he?
19, for an instant, he seemed to see the shadow of that delicate machine, just like a small pedal mask aligner. ..... Yes, that's it! However, when he put the pencil into the drawing paper and just looked at the blank paper, the phantom of the machine became blurred or even empty.
20, the car rang, probably the group he ordered to arrest a few hours ago ... Xu Pengfei listened for a while, and there were noisy voices everywhere. These voices are all responses to his will, and everything is going according to his will. He lit a cigarette and conveniently dug out a document from the official document, which was an important meeting record. Zhu Shaoliang, the CEO of the office, presided over the summary report of Class C. He put the file into the file pile that had been processed, but temporarily changed his mind and took it back, reading it carefully with the winner's mood.
Excerpts from The Complete Works of Hongyan Good Words, Sentences and Paragraphs
The main contents of Hongyan:
Red Rock is a red classic novel, which tells the story of the heroic struggle of the producers for the liberation of the people of China. The authors of the novels were all imprisoned in the concentration camp of the China-US Institute of Special Technical Cooperation, and experienced the cruelty of the enemy and the indomitable struggle life of the producers. As survivors and the most direct witnesses, they enriched, refined and recreated the art on the basis of the revolutionary memoir "Fire Forever". It took ten years to finish this magnificent work.
Red Rock records the historical facts of the fierce struggle between Chongqing underground production party organizations and Kuomintang reactionaries during the Liberation War from 1948 to 1949. The novel takes the struggle in prison as the central clue, and the urban movement led by the underground party organization and the armed struggle in Huaying Mountain base area as two branches, connecting these three lines into a whole, revealing the mental outlook of the * * * producers who died and saved the day in enemy-occupied areas and tightly controlled prisons, and the ugly state of the reactionaries on the verge of extinction.
Red Rock revolves around all kinds of complicated and cruel struggles inside and outside the prison, and has created many characters. Brave and strong and Jiang Jie, legendary crazy old man Hua, innocent and lovely radish head and even sinister spy chief. The author of the novel puts these characters in specific events, vividly presents the personalities of different characters through the description of specific details and actions, and makes these thoughts become typical images that readers are very familiar with. In the plot structure, the author did not pursue the thrilling and bizarre plot, but wrote the prison struggle with a distinct rhythm.
Excerpts from good words, sentences and paragraphs in Hongyan
Good words:
I'm staring, I'm shivering, I'm proud, I'm enjoying myself.
Three heads and six arms are self-defeating, thrilling and drooling.
Ambitious cloth and shoes, stumbling, dancing, leisurely and easily solved.
Nervous, crying, painful, radiant, looking around.
Steal people's eyes and ears, stir up trouble, rush out, get ready, and be expressionless
The situation is grim, with rain and fog, tears in eyes and chest infarction.
Cry aloud, dizzy, full of grief and indignation, tortured to death rather than surrender.
Cheer, despair, disdain, unreasonable
All kinds of homelessness
Good sentences and good paragraphs:
1. At the exit of the station, they were strictly inspected. Although Jiang Jie took out his certificate, the military police still looked at the luggage volume, which surprised Jiang Jie and clearly saw that the county seat was completely shrouded in a particularly serious white terror. If it weren't for the driver's protection along the way, they would probably have an accident as soon as they arrived at their destination.
Cheng Gang is different from his lively sister, with broad shoulders and a square face, and a pair of upright eyes under his plump and open forehead. He is of medium build, wearing a yellow jacket, blue serge bloomers and shiny black semi-uniform leather boots. There is a purple scarf around the neckline, which sets off the thoughtful expression on her face.
3. Cheng Gang came to the garage. There are only a few cold and shabby workshops in the factory, which are overgrown with weeds Hundreds of workers huddled in dilapidated shacks and had nowhere to go. They all moved from other provinces with factories during the Anti-Japanese War, and they have not received a penny of salary since they stopped working. This mess is now left to Cheng Gang, who has to manage the rubbish and hundreds of unemployed workers who can't be sent away.
The car is ringing, which may be the person he ordered to arrest a few hours ago. When they arrived in Xu Pengfei, they listened for a while, and there were noisy voices everywhere. These voices are all responses to his will, and everything is going according to his will. He lit a cigarette and conveniently dug out a document from the official document, which was an important meeting record. Zhu Shaoliang, the CEO of the office, presided over the summary report of Class C. He put the file into the file pile that had been processed, but temporarily changed his mind and took it back, reading it carefully with the winner's mood.
He calmly turned a few blocks, made sure that no one was following him, and went straight to dormitory 5 of Dachuan Bank. This is a residential area near the city center. The roadside is covered with trees, which is very quiet. There are few pedestrians on the street during the Chinese New Year. He held out his hand and rang the doorbell. After a long wait, the black paint door slowly opened. A middle-aged man in a navy serge suit appeared at the door, wearing a coat. Seeing Yu Xinjiang, he nodded slightly and let him in. I'm used to looking at the street again before closing the door.
6. I walked a little further and saw a little more clearly. On the high tower, there are several wooden cages hanging. Ah, isn't this a publicity stunt? Jiang Jie was surprised and took a few steps. After a look, there was a bloody head in that wooden cage!
Crossing this noisy street, he gave way to a bus with black smoke at the end many times. This shabby diesel car is stumbling, creaking and making a harsh noise. Coupled with the hawkers and vendors selling surplus American goods, the panicked shouts of the rickshaw case and the noise of pedestrians all over the street, the festive street has become a pot of porridge rolling around.
He had a sharp hard pencil in his hand, and a lamp lit up a large piece of white paper in front of him. He has spent several nights making an ideal machine. He chewed a pencil and stirred his brain to think hard, but there was no trace of thinking on the white drawing paper.
For an instant, he seemed to see the shadow of that delicate machine, just like a small pedal mask aligner. Yes, that's it! However, when he put the pencil into the drawing paper and just looked at the blank paper, the phantom of the machine became blurred or even empty.
10, the shop assistant is a round-faced young man, eighteen or nineteen years old, stocky. He was transferred from the garage to Chen Songlin. He hasn't come back since he left the factory, and no one knows that he has become a shop assistant. He was not used to doing such a job at first; I feel particularly lonely coming out of the fierce struggle in the factory. He is very concerned about the situation of the gun factory, but he can't ask or ask casually. As it happens, this bookstore is just a backup liaison station, and Lao Xu has never been here once, so he always feels that he has done too little work for the Party.
1 1, Xu Pengfei didn't want to think much. He put the paper aside and suppressed his thoughts. He doesn't believe that being drunk will be better than himself. Against * * * producers, even a sly old fox who is drunk may not win. What bothers him is not only the constraint of drunkenness, but also the flexibility and alertness of the producer's activities, which makes him unable to find useful clues.
12, in a few hours, Chen Songlin can roughly judge from some scattered conversations that the ugly drama he saw with his own eyes in front of the discipline office of Chongqing University some time ago aroused the students' anger. There may be a strike, and other schools in Shami area are also planning to respond to support. This situation makes him happy, because the constant struggle between factories and schools, the repression of people's livelihood and the boiling of people's grievances will definitely make the enemy in a hurry and unable to cope.
13, outside, the noise and roar as usual led him to move into an interrogation room. In the interrogation room, smoke billowed and the air was very dirty. He caught a glimpse of a man in his thirties tied to a tiger stool, with a fire beside him, and several people were stuffing a smoking soldering iron into the chest of the interrogated person. Regardless of this, Xu Pengfei went to the window alone, pulled open the curtain and pushed open a closed window. He needs to get rid of his troubles and breathe fresh air. Outside the window, the drizzle floated to his face, and the chill barely helped him calm his inner ups and downs.
14, Jiang Jie looked back, and a long string of able-bodied men in tattered military uniforms appeared from the foggy sea like ghosts, with their shoulders contracted, their hands caged in cuffs and trembling all over; Thin cheeks, prominent cheekbones, no expression, no expression, a pair of black eyes, desperate eyes cast deep into the river, Lifu put down the luggage, and Jiang Jie paid the money and stood between the passing passengers, waiting. Jiang Feng blew head-on, shaking her skirts, and the wet sea of fog surrounded her. She buttoned up her new fine wool coat and reached into her coat pocket.
15, it's getting dark, and there seem to be more customers coming in and out. Every evening, most people buy books and read books. The bookstore is crowded with students who come out of school after supper. Chen Songlin was too busy picking up books, collecting money and looking for money from the crowd to listen to the noisy gossip of those students.
16, watching, there was a flash of light in front of config-ext-QQ, and he suddenly felt unusually fresh and happy! What did Lao Li used to do? He knows nothing except what Lao Li just said, but he is convinced that the document that his eldest brother brought home from the East Sichuan Special Committee at that time was written by Li Jingyuan himself!
17. If the distribution of secret service is compared to a black spider web, then the secret service stations, groups, stations and points under the command of this building are like dense spider silk, interwoven into a huge web of terror, and every invisible spider silk leads to a secret place. This gloomy building is the intersection of dark nests woven by countless spider silk and giant poisonous spiders. Even the slightest sign of trouble, touching spider silk and affecting the spider web, will immediately cause the spiders in this huge nest to rush out.
18, the desk lamp fell on the desk. A burly, dark-faced middle-aged man, with a clean beard, thick eyebrows, big eyes and a fat chin, sat in a swivel chair without expression. The hand holding the pen waved on the official document. He is the core figure who holds all the operational power of the whole drug trafficking network. A golden plum blossom embedded in the neckline of Huang Jun's casual clothes shines in the light.
19, two water policemen dressed in white walked down the aisle, followed by several soldiers carrying guns, bayonets flashing cold light. The inspection is being carried out in the steerage, and only the sound of bayonets piercing into wooden cases and cans is heard, mixed with the shrill cries of children.
As soon as he entered the shop, he noticed a long-haired and pale young man beside a bookshelf, absorbed in reading a thick book. He seems to have stood for a long time, and his thin face looks more gloomy in the light. Zhigao Pu looked at him piteously in the dark. This young man may be the man mentioned by Chen Songlin, isn't he?
Good words and sentences in Bookworm
1. I love you not because you are sitting beside them. You know, you will meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet that person, we will be grateful.
Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one. When we finally meet the right person, we should be grateful.
10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.
Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.
1 1. Every time my heart beats, I shout your name loudly. How I want to be with you. Oh, please, please, I feel the same.
Every heartbeat of mine is calling your name. I am so eager to be with you, oh, I can feel it, too.
12. I'm looking for a word. I'm looking for a brand-new word. I am looking for a word. I am looking for a word that no one knows. I am looking for a word. I'm looking for a word to express ... you are the best!
I'm looking for a sentence. I'm looking for a brand-new sentence. I'm looking for a sentence, I'm looking for a sentence that no one knows. I'm looking for a sentence, I'm looking for a sentence ... you are!
13. If you are the wind, I am the sand.
If you are a shoe, I am a brush.
If you don't love me, I just want to die.
If you are wind, I am sand;
If you are a shoe, I am a brush;
If you don't love me, I will die.
14. I will love you, baby-I will always love you.
I will be with you forever until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.
I will be there until the stars stop shining. I will stay with you until the stars die.
Until heaven breaks down, until heaven is destroyed
Words don't rhyme until the words are quiet.
I know that when I die, I will always think of you until I die.
I will love you-forever.