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No one has ever been worthy of his 500-word youth composition.

I was born with Zheng Manman. Mom said that I was born smoothly, and it took Zheng Manman in the next bed six hours to show his head. No wonder he was named Manman. One of us is Rush and the other is Adagio, but we are quarrelsome sisters. The worst time was when I asked her to go to a key high school in the city with me. But Mann, whose grades are close to mine, said slowly, I can't keep up with your pace, and the drums I heard are different from yours. No matter how far or near, let me follow the beat I hear.

At this point, our life trajectories are completely separated. I gritted my teeth and went all the way: key universities, postgraduate entrance examination, drifting north ... After years of unremitting struggle, I finally became a white-collar worker in a well-known foreign company. Dressed elegantly, sitting in a bright office with a sense of accomplishment. But I am still struggling, charging myself, and trying to make every job impeccable. My youth, like an arrow that opens the bow, roared forward step by step. The goal is always ahead. Zheng Manman, on the other hand, went to a second-rate Chinese medicine school, easily found a position in a nearby county hospital, and lived contentedly with a salary of 1000 yuan. What is even more incredible is that she married the local primary school teacher early and gave birth to twins, who are three years old.

When I came home during the Spring Festival that year, Mamam kicked me away and led the children to see me. With a mother's haircut that obviously doesn't match her face, a chubby figure and loose casual clothes, she and I are like people from two planets. A pair of children are lovely and well-dressed, and they bow to me with a smile, just like golden couple in the New Year pictures. But three minutes later, we were running and jumping, laughing and making noise. Without a moment of peace, we can't have a good talk at all. A meal is like a world war, full of dangers. Mann's forehead is covered with oil sweat, my clothes are stained with orange juice, and my parents are also stained with fish soup and vegetable juice spilled all over the floor. Two little things are eating and drinking, and they are still fighting to kiss their mother. Maman's face turned purple and gorgeous, and turned into a canvas.

After Mamam left, mom and dad talked about twins with relish. Between the lines, everyone is complaining that I am single so far, which makes them feel empty. My mother even lamented that she shouldn't have supported me at the beginning, but now she wants to go home and become the goddess of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. It's better to be Mann, and you can reunite with your parents at the weekend. I couldn't help laughing: forget it, guarding a pile of dry grass roots at work can suffocate a statue of Mogao Grottoes; I'm tired of helping two Po Hou after work. Most importantly, her annual salary is not equal to my monthly salary. I can't stand such days!

I have to work overtime on National Day this year, but two old people summon twelve gold medals every day, vying to tell me that I am unwell and want me to take orders to go home. When we met, my parents looked rosy and bright, and they looked healthier than me. Two veteran cadres showed off their housekeeping skills and told me a lot of reasons why women should get married. Finally threatened: if you don't marry yourself soon, we will be arranged by our parents. My ears are buzzing, and I can sneak out of the house on the pretext of visiting my mother. At first glance, the hospital is very inconspicuous. As soon as I walked in, I found this is a huge courtyard. There are lush old trees and big bowls of roses in the yard. It's quiet in the Chinese pharmacy, and the birds outside the screen window are high and low. Man Man saw an old man. Behind her is a row of tall cabinets with the names of herbs written on them: Zi Yuan, Indigo Naturalis, Liu, and Viola yedoensis ... It's really an eye-opener for me that the rotten roots in my mouth have such a graceful name. I looked at them silently: the old man detailed his old illness, and there was a childlike dependence and trust in his eyes. Mann's eyes were calm, her tone was gentle, and she watched calmly. My heart suddenly moved: Many years later, Mamam with white hair and silver hair should be a refined old Chinese doctor.

After work, Mamam took me to her house by bike. To my surprise, it turned out to be a rare small courtyard. Grapes are planted in the front yard, and they are drooping. Vegetables are planted in the backyard, red, white and green are bright, and purple flat bean flower waterfall is hung on the wall. I sigh with emotion: Mamam, if you keep another pig, feed some chickens and have two gold teeth, you can be a landlord behind closed doors. Man Man smiled: Many colleagues have moved into the new building, and our family is reluctant to part with this small yard and wants to live in it for life.

The twins came back from fishing with their father, tanned, threw away their shoes as soon as they entered the door and ran barefoot. There are only a few palm-sized fish in the bucket, but the family is discussing whether to braise in soy sauce or stew, and I can't help but get involved. The woman calmly picked up the fish, the man climbed up to pick grapes, and the dragon and phoenix brothers and sisters went to the garden to pick vegetables. Where they can't work, they just eat and play: tomatoes are picked and chewed, tender cucumbers rub on the corners of clothes, and a big purple eggplant kicks around as a football. Finally, the two men simply lost their broccoli and caught butterflies in the garden. The garden is full of clear laughter. Mom cooks, and the host cleans up the guest room for me diligently.

There is a basin full of newly picked grapes on the small table. The twins have a good appetite and eat purple sweat. Two bulging mouths are very clever. This cry is dad, and that cry is mom. There are countless questions to ask. And there are some problems that even I find quite challenging. If you are not a family, you will not enter a house. Mamam and her husband are very kind and patiently answer every question of every child. From time to time, the two couples should stop what they are doing, have a gentle debate through the window, or add a few words for each other. I asked Manman: Children are so smart, why don't they go to early education classes? She replied: such a good time is suitable for this. There is no need to turn spring into summer in a hurry. You should study, there will be plenty of time in the future. Mamam's tone is so laid-back, as if her children were two ordinary barley seeds. They should dream quietly in the soil, sprout in the sunshine and breeze, and not rush to let them grow leaves and heads.

After dinner, I lay on a bamboo chair to enjoy the cool, and insects were singing in my ears. The child who had taken a bath approached, and his small body was fragrant and soft. They scrambled to show me the stars in the cracks of the grape leaves: this one belongs to my brother, that one belongs to my sister, and my parents and grandparents. My brother and sister generously gave me a little star. And named it mouse mouse. After thanking me, I covered my face and smiled for a long time.

If I were in Beijing, what flashed in front of my eyes at this time was not the soft starlight, but the familiar lights on the LCD screen. Time is in my hand, a flapping bird, running to the depths of the sky day and night. I try to make every second colorful. When we arrived in Mamam, it seemed to slow down suddenly. Tick-tock, easy to come and go, but there is also a strange wonderful. I sighed: mom, I envy you a little. She replied: I envy you, too, but my husband says that no one needs to lose, and a life that suits them is the best life. Every star has its own direction and its own brilliance. Just like the two of us, we have not failed our youth.