I'm about to settle in the United States with my husband, but there's one thing I can't let go of, and that's my first love. When I was a teenager, a classmate once rescued me from the surging river and gave me a lot of love, but he died of depression because of my departure. I've wanted to see him for many years, but for various reasons, I haven't been able to do so. So, I decided to go to his grave to see him before going to the United States. When I returned to my hometown, I relived the scene of going to school with the boy, burned paper and incense for the boy, and wept bitterly at the boy's grave. After that, I went to visit the boy's mother. My parents were very sad that I was going to settle in the United States, and seeing that I missed the dead boy so much, they regretted that they should not have sent me to school in the city, otherwise the boy would not have died and I would not have left for the United States. Seeing my mother's insomnia at night and feeling depressed, I was afraid that my mother would be nervous because of this, so I proposed that if my mother really regretted it, I would not go to the United States. However, my mother, contrary to the norm, convinced me that I should go to the United States. This ambivalence reveals that parents expect their children to fly away and have a good life, but they don't want them to be far away from them. However, for the children, how can they create a better life if they are not far from their hometown and work hard.