In this vast world, wherever my feet go, there is my home.

"The Wildest Holiday".

The theme song "Wild Child".

Lyrics: Cui Shu.

Composer: Zhao Jialin.

The world is so big.

Let's go now.

Walking to **** is my home.

Newborn wild horses.

Nothing is afraid.

The jungle savannah is at our mercy.

Under the same sky.

Let the heart take a break.

Wearing the stars and the moon is far away from the bustle.

We are children of nature.

It is not a pampered flower.

We are wild dolls in the wind and rain.

Learn to grow up bravely.

We are the bravest children.

Don't pester your parents all the time.

There are so many wonderful companions.

I'm going to play with them.

Tengger's "Paradise".

Blue sky, clear lake, green grassland, this is my home - oh yes.

The galloping horses, the white sheep, and your girl, this is my home—yes.

I love you, my home;

My home, my paradise!

I love you, my home;

My home, my paradise!

Blue sky, clear lake, green grassland, this is my home - oh yes.

The galloping horses, the white sheep, and your girl, this is my home—yes.

I love you, my home;

My home, my paradise!

I love you, my home;

My home, my paradise!

I only found this, I don't know if it's what you want.

Escape lyrics: Native people.

Composer: Maple Bridge, a native of the country.

Arranger: Maple Bridge.

Singing: Maple Bridge.

Standing in the cold wind and rain.

The numb heart doesn't feel the chill.

Where to go aimlessly.

The gates of heaven are closing again and again.

The whole world is against you.

He is the only one who gives you a touch of warmth.

Silently protested, chose to leave quietly.

The world is big** is my home. My home.

Flee for happiness and for him.

Fleeing is even the end of the earth, and there is no one to rely on.

Escape even if there is only one last smile left in life.

and sleep in his arms.

Flee for love for him.

It doesn't matter if you run away and bear the charge.

No matter how hard and tired you are, as long as you accompany you to old age.

When you go to the soup and fire, you must also find love.

The whole world is against you.

He is the only one who gives you a touch of warmth.

Silently protested, chose to leave quietly.

The world is big** is my home. My home.

Flee for happiness and for him.

Fleeing is even the end of the earth, and there is no one to rely on.

Escape even if there is only one last smile left in life.

and sleep in his arms.

Flee for love for him.

It doesn't matter if you run away and bear the charge.

No matter how hard and tired you are, as long as you accompany you to old age.

When you go to the soup and fire, you must also find love.

Only escape can tear off the shackles.

"Heaven and Earth" Zheng Shaoqiu.

Chu Liuxiang's theme song

Singing: Meng Wenhao.

Lyrics: Pan Feng.

Composer: Meng Wenhao.

Arranger: Wang Fei.

Mixing: Fan Fangbin.

Under the blue sky and white clouds.

The grass is like a blanket, and the lake is like a yarn.

The red sun is a beautiful sunset.

It's a painting when you go to **.

My Mongolia, my home.

The men here are brave and brave in the world.

The blood of the ancestors surged in the heart.

A better tomorrow is drawn in our hands.

The eagle soars under the blue sky.

Yurts are like pearls.

The shepherd girl's singing voice flew to the end of the world.

The man on horseback is mighty and dashing.

My Mongolia, my home.

When I walked to**, I thought about her, I thought about her.

Here is my kind old grandma.

And the girl I love cares about.

My Mongolia, my home.

When I walked to**, I thought about her, I thought about her.

Here is my kind old grandma.

And the girl I love cares about.

And the girl I love cares about.

bling bling bling - the big shark of the back sea.

Young friends, we're always so flustered.

The starry sky is my home.

You're going** I'm going** I don't care.

In the future, we will each have a lifetime of miracles.

You stand alone in that strange wilderness.

There was no answer, and the weekend was still blowing in the wind.

You can't see me, I can't see you, and I don't care.

We each have a lifetime of miracles in the future.

Starry sky ** is my home.

Let's be together today The wind blows for the next century.

Starry sky ** is my home.

Let's be together today The wind blows for the next century.

I don't care.

You said you were going to the other side of the sea to have a look.

I said there was sadness and speeding love there.

You're going** I'm going** I don't care.

We each have a lifetime of miracles in the future.

Starry sky ** is my home.

Let's be together today The wind blows for the next century.

Starry sky ** is my home.

Let's be together today The wind blows for the next century.

No matter what**.

In this wilderness, the heart wants to be wild.

"Words: Chen Lin.

Music: Liu Hancong.

Let all the past go with the wind.

Let that memory melt into mud on the ground.

Quietly and gently.

It's drizzling again in my world.

You don't need to have many words.

There will also be a different world.

I can slowly forget about you.

A kiss between you.

Give me the most beautiful memories.

It can no longer be erased.

The traces left by the beloved you.

Wave your hand and leave.

Maybe it's the end.

Stop being stupid and stay where you are.

Let all the past go with the wind.

Let that memory melt into mud on the ground.

Quietly and gently.

It's drizzling again in my world.

You don't need to have many words.

There will also be a different world.

I can slowly forget about you.

A kiss between you.

Give me the most beautiful memories.

It can no longer be erased.

The traces left by the beloved you.

Wave your hand and leave.

Maybe it's the end.

Stop being stupid and stay where you are.

A kiss between you.

Give me the most beautiful memories.

It can no longer be erased.

The traces left by the beloved you.

Wave your hand and leave.

Maybe it's the end.

All the past is gone with the wind.

All the past is gone with the wind. "

I'll guess.

Probably the ending song of an early television series.

The name of the TV series is called "Debt of Sin".

Li Chunbo's "** Have My Home".

But in the lyrics, Shanghai is so big that there is no home for me.

My home is in**.

Right where my ancestors were hard.

The sky is high and the wind and sand are whistling, and the eight hundred miles of Hanhai marry the desert grassland.

The baptism of the years is as tenacious as the elm forest, and the vicissitudes of wind and rain are engraved with the prayers of the ancestors.

This is my home, a place where dreams set off, a home of spiritual attachment, a tragic pastoral song drifting.

My home is in**.

Right where I'll miss forever.

The hills and ravines are full of cattle and sheep, and the melodious sound of the horse-head piano tells the heart.

The wind and snow sharpen the hope of happiness, and the whip and the horse chase the paradise of the dream.