There once was a Chinese man who did not like his home country very much. He decided he would move to America. As soon as he landed in the States, he loved it. He loved the environment, the people, the culture, the food; everything. He loved it so much, and because he saw it to be in so many ways to be better than China, he immediately renounced his own country. He said, "From now on, I am no longer Chinese. I am an American."
This man got an American job, bought an American car, married an American wife, and became an American citizen. He spoke only English, raised his kids to be American, and never associated with anything or anyone Chinese. When he died, he was buried in an American cometary, with an English inscription.
And when people walk past his grave site, they say, "Here lies buried a Chinese man."
My cousin told me that anecdote when I was in China.
