What does the prodigal gossip mean?

The whole song expresses the image of an unrestrained prodigal son. Extending to modern people, the image of the prodigal son in the song reflects the silhouette of many young people's work and life. They envy the stability and security of small cities and the wonderful neon of big cities. It is the age when the heart is not completely old, and the heart longs for the stability in the bones but is unwilling to settle down.

Lyrics: Zhou Ren,

Composer: flower girl,

Singing: flower girl.

Lyrics:

Twist your fingers at quicksand and the fish in the pond will splash.

Drunk sword, cut the sunset red.

Dream of purple and gold armor, wearing phoenix yarn.

Daydreaming is too illusory and grandiose.

Have a chat and spend the winter in Bree.

When I succeed, Xishan is a fat horse.

Talk about the world with wine, and complain with tea.

The bright moon invited the window, so it pretended to be chic.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant to smell the pipa.

Whoever paints is no longer as spring as western Western jackdaw.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

Wandering around the world, sighing for years.

Like a yellow flower, I asked the sky and no one answered.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant to smell the pipa.

Whoever paints is no longer as spring as western Western jackdaw.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

Wandering around the world, sighing for years.

Like a yellow flower, I asked the sky and no one answered.

Have a chat and spend the winter in Bree.

When I succeed, Xishan is a fat horse.

Talk about the world with wine, and complain with tea.

The bright moon invited the window, so it pretended to be chic.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant to smell the pipa.

Whoever paints is no longer as spring as western Western jackdaw.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

Wandering around the world, sighing for years.

Like a yellow flower, I asked the sky and no one answered.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant to smell the pipa.

Whoever paints is no longer as spring as western Western jackdaw.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

Wandering around the world, sighing for years.

Like a yellow flower, I asked the sky and no one answered.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant to smell the pipa.

Whoever paints is no longer as spring as western Western jackdaw.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

Wandering around the world, sighing for years.

Like a yellow flower, I asked the sky and no one answered.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant to smell the pipa.

Whoever paints is no longer as spring as western Western jackdaw.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

Wandering around the world, sighing for years.

Like a yellow flower, I asked the sky and no one answered.

Extended data:

The Gossip of the Prodigal Son was originally sung by Hua Tong, a female singer in Kunming, Yunnan. Hua Tuo was born on September 22nd, 1982, and entered the music scene on October 20th13 with his participation in "Avenue of Stars". In addition to Gossip about the Return of the Prodigal Son, Smile, which was once a smash hit in Tik Tok, is also a song sung by Hua Tuo, Holding an Umbrella and Catching Falling Flowers. Watch the west wind ride a thin horse. Who can see through the flowing clouds for me at a glance? Is that you? ”。 In addition, Hua Tuo's original songs include Love the Fox, You Love Me Never, Please Mount the Horse, Go to Immortality, and Nobody Come Back.

To understand the lyrics of this song together, we can start with the title: the waves-wandering around the world, I live smartly; Zizishi's pub will be closed soon; Idle-nothing to do, drinking lonely wine; Words-not much to say, finish this pot; The "I" in the story is full of ideals, longing for "success, fat horse in Xishan", dreaming of Zijin armor and wearing phoenix gauze, but everything is a dream. After "I was drunk and swallowed sand", I finally became a pretentious Buddhist prodigal son because the bright moon invited me to the window.