When the Spring Festival falls, red flowers bloom (盛开) on the windows of my home. Of course, these are not1flowers. But in the cold of2, these wonderful flowers bring warmth to us. They are made of paper by my3, who is now aged 70. With a few cuts, she4a piece of paper into a beautiful work of art.
When my grandma was young, she was considered clumsy (笨拙的) in the5. But on a cold winter night, she saw some beautiful red paper6on her new neighbour's windows. She was so interested in it and decided to7from her neighbour. Tons of paper was wasted, and her fingers were cut many times. But she8practising. It took 10 years9my grandma could make paper art skillfully (熟练地). The red flowers, blooming like burning fire, light up her world. Now, everyone in the village10her.
My grandma's story has shown me what it takes to realize one's dream.
