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When I was a child, there were always them giving us instructions in my ears; when I was a kid, they always held our hands to cross the road... Gradually, these instructions became less and less, not because they were unwilling to say it, but because we always felt we had no time to listen. Gradually, the hair of the people who once held our hands turned white and their backs became bent. Their hands and feet are becoming less and less obedient, and they increasingly hope that our news can always be in their ears... In this age of advanced electronic communication, we reminisce about letters, a book of gratitude that encourages people to look directly at their inner emotions, and an action guide that tells you how to be filial to your parents starting from spiritual communication and spiritual comfort.