When the Spring Festival falls' red flowers bloom on the window 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 stupid in the 5. But on a cold winter night' she saw some beautiful red paper6on her new neighbor's windows. She was so interested in it and decided to7from her neighbor. Tons of paper was wasted' and her finger was cut many times. But she8 practicing. It took 10 years9my grandma could make a paper art skillful（娴熟的）. The red flowers' blooming like burning fire' light up her world. Now' everyone in the village 10 her. My grandma's story has shown me what it takes to realize one's dream.
