"I believe this story is true..."

“I heard my father say that when he and my mother first came to the United States, no one wanted to hire them as dishwashers.”

"Later, through the introduction of a fellow villager, my father found a job as a porter, and my mother went to work as a nanny for a Chinese family, earning a meager salary."

"They were all college students in China at the time, and the country was in dire need of reconstruction, with a bright future ahead of them."

"Unfortunately, I rashly believed the agent's wildly exaggerated claims about the Western paradise and stayed in the United States on a tourist visa, becoming an illegal immigrant."

"We had to borrow money to hold the wedding. Because we were illegal immigrants, we didn't have a marriage certificate, no family blessings, and only a meager engagement ring, a silver ring worth a few dollars..."

"Fortunately, my parents have very strong hearts and a strong will to work hard. In the end, they built a business in a foreign country through their own efforts, which gave them the opportunity to turn their lives around."

"But the funny thing is, they sold their house in Shanghai to come here."

"Now, the family fortune I've built up over half my life can't even buy back the house I sold back then."

"A house in Jiangdong New Area that cost tens of thousands of yuan back then is now worth more than 30 million yuan after demolition..."

"If they had stayed in China, they would have only needed to put in half, or even a tenth, the effort they did in the United States to live a life of luxury..."

When I saw the barrage of comments discussing the story in Wang Yueheng's song.

Judy Shaw, a descendant of Chinese Americans, sat quietly in her Rocky City home and opened her blog.

While listening to music, she wrote down the story of her parents' life of fighting in the United States.

There was no sadness, no joy, only a sense of helplessness hidden beneath the surface of ordinariness...

"A quiet night many years ago"

Our whole family has arrived in New Zealand.

"The wildfire cannot extinguish the flames in my heart."

"The longing for home every night and every day..."

Hollywood outdoor stage scene.

Wang Yueheng had already walked to the side of Kong Ruoxi, the secretary-general of the Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce.

The secretary-general, whose online name is "Zhonghua Ruoxi," was wearing a red evening gown, a color symbolizing celebration.

Her fair shoulders and neck were exposed, and a gold rabbit-shaped necklace hung around her neck.

The silver earring pendants shimmered under the venue lights, captivating and dazzling.

Wang Yueheng stood beside the female secretary-general.

The large screen at the scene also projected Kong Ruoxi's beautiful face and figure.

However, Kong Ruoxi, who had been smiling, suddenly widened her eyes after hearing Wang Yueheng's lyrics.

After the initial surprise.

A touch of sadness suddenly appeared on her fair face.

Large tears welled up uncontrollably.

Isn't this the story about my family that I told Wang Yueheng when I picked him up at the airport?

When she was five years old, Kong Ruoxi moved to New Zealand with her family.

A foreign country, and unfamiliar neighbors with strange skin colors.

People around him stared at him with strange looks.

The five-year-old girl's eyes were filled with fear and dread.

I no longer dare to wander around like I did back home every night.

As a child, I hid under the covers, desperately suppressing the urge to cry.

I miss every familiar older brother, older sister, younger brother, and younger sister back home, whom I will never see again...

The mother, who was also struggling to adapt to the foreign environment, held her two children tightly and wept silently under the bright moon in a foreign land.

When picking someone up at the airport in the morning.

Kong Ruoxi even joked that Wang Yueheng should have the opportunity to write a piece for immigrant families like hers.

To my surprise, the other party wrote my story into their new song tonight.

Moreover, Wang Yueheng himself was standing right next to him singing at that moment.

At this moment, Kong Ruoxi's feelings were hard to express in words.

Unable to hold back her tears, Kong Ruoxi then stood up.

With one hand covering her chest and collar, she smiled and bowed to Wang Yueheng beside her, her eyes red with gratitude.

Wang Yueheng smiled as he looked at the secretary-general who was bowing to him in gratitude.

He held the microphone and pointed to the audience again:

I grew up on someone else's land.

"When they grow up, they will be descendants of the dragon."

"Dragon, dragon, open your eyes wide!"

"Always keep your eyes open..."

Ah~

This time it's not just Kong Ruoxi.

The younger generation of overseas Chinese descendants were also moved to tears.