"Once upon a time" is the beginning of all fairy tales, just as there are never fairy tales in reality. Look back at Carrie Bradshaw back then, with languid curly hair, bright and innocent blue eyes, and dashing cigarette butts while listening to strangers crying about love stories in New York, but she said "welcome to the ''age of uninnocence''. Here no one has ''breakfast at Tiffany's'', and no one has ''affairs to remember''. It was also from then on that I started smoking uncontrollably and started my age of uninnocence.
10 years ago, when I first entered the university, I was just an ignorant and young girl. I just ended an obscure first love. Like all first loves, it was sweet, greasy and unforgettable. At that time, I also had three best friends who were like siblings. Although I was not in a city, I could write letters by phone at any time. I wished that I could tell them everything in my short life to be close. Now they are all married and have children, and they are happy and happy. Of course, they are slowly returning to their families and gradually losing touch with each other. Occasionally, of course, complaining in the middle of the night, feeling single days like all married women, and then continuing to indulge in the happiness of daily life.
One day ten years ago, I accidentally downloaded the first episode of SAC on the fpt of the campus network. The simple music at the beginning and Carrie's brisk footsteps seemed to open a secret window in my life. When the three girls in the same dormitory at the university were busy dating, I was chasing dramas while they were away, because some restricted-level pictures would scare them off. Gradually, we began to discuss our views on love in the night talk, and we also shared some private topics with our boyfriends, and then jokingly talked about falling asleep together. The year of graduation happened to be the end of SAC, I packed my bags, watched the finale of the final episode, and closed the door of the dormitory. At that moment it seemed clear that this was the end of the most irresponsible day of my life.
Yes, when people start to be nostalgic, it is the performance of early old age.
Looking back, this drama has also subtly affected this self 10 years later. Be a strong woman like Mianda in the workplace, dream like Charlotte when you have a crush, enjoy yourself in bed like Smantha, and, of course, have a wardrobe and shoe cabinet that will never be full like Carrie.
In the first episode, Miranda was celebrating her 30th birthday. How could I have imagined that I would also be alone in my 30s and have a good time. Charlotte is still innocent and shy, and she can't imagine how many sorrows and twists she will go through in the future. Only the ever-changing female warrior Smantha is as confident and powerful as ever. Oh, and Chris Noth, the time after the age of 30 is really kind to men, from Mr Big to Peter Florrick in the good daughter-in-law, no matter how sad the heroine is getting old, he is still so elegant and decent, with Bai Ruide. The same mysterious smile and unhurried bearing, just like the lover that all women dream of.
Have you ever been love?
Abso-fucking-lutely.
Ten years later, the scene in the car is still heart-pounding.
Just like the countless stories in SAC, even though time goes by and the world is reincarnated, the most important and beautiful thing in women's hearts is always only love.
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