I have always longed for those days of playing games at internet cafes. The screen flickered, familiar shouts from teammates echoed through my headphones, and time seemed to stand still. Back then, we were carefree, laughing or arguing over just one game's outcome. I'm not sure whether I miss those days themselves or the people who walked through them with me.
I also often recall the familiar scenes from my Chinese textbooks. Was the "Paradise of Birds" truly as peaceful as the name suggests? Did the climbing hydrangea vines really cover the summers of my childhood? And the waxberries from my hometown - were they really as sour and sweet as described in the texts? Those words have now blurred, yet they still linger in my heart like a faint but unextinguished lamp.
What I miss isn't just a fragment of the past, but also the naive and pure version of myself, and those sincere, passionate days where nothing mattered but the game itself.
This article was AI-assisted.