The Tale of My Myopia Unfurls——An Ode to Youthful Indiscretions
Since the tender age of innocence, I was captivated by the virtual realms of computer games; their enthralling landscapes and soothing melodies held me in thrall. Among them, "Tian Long Ba Bu" was my most cherished escape, where elegant characters danced to the tune of melodious scores, offering an ephemeral bliss. The allure was not just in the game's beauty, but in its power to transport me far from life's troubles, to immerse myself in the glow of the computer screen. Yet, such pleasure came with a price, for the longer I lingered, the more my eyes suffered. My mother, wise as she was, forbade my excessive indulgence, but the siren call of the game was too strong. Often in secrecy, I bathed in the digital world, only to find myself quickly ensnared by the chains of nearsightedness. In the rearview mirror of life, I see the folly of not heeding my mother's words, a regret etched deep in the lens of my glasses.