Today I received my mom's 520 red envelope, and I felt very emotional all of a sudden.

When I was a child, I always looked forward to holidays, and my parents would always say that living a simple life was enough, there was no need to fuss over these rituals.
Now, it's the other way around; I’ve long been indifferent to all kinds of festivals—
But my parents remember every small and big holiday in their hearts, and even these romantic days that young people celebrate, they actively express their feelings, each time sending red envelopes to show they care about me.
Our family is all tongue-tied, none of us can come up with words to express our feelings, and we never say anything nice.
When I grew up and was no longer around my parents, I almost never called them voluntarily because I didn’t know what to say even if I wanted to call.
Every time I call, it’s almost the same few sentences, but during festivals, it seems like it becomes our family’s way to express love—
Year after year, using the same simple, almost unimaginably simple conversations, silently expressing this love and longing.