LAST month, I took my money from part-time jobs to buy my parents a cellphone. When I got their first text message, “Dear daughter, take care of yourself. Daddy”, I was really moved. My father had never talked to me so intimately. My mom's the only one who knows a little about pinyin. It must have taken my dad years to send the message. After that, we communicated about every day this fashionable way. Sharing my happiness and sorrows and thoughts narrowed the generation gap. Now, my joy in reading the text messages is indescribable, because of the words they send, and in knowing that they are learning pinyin happily and willingly.