My cousin has a strange hobby recently, and likes to collect all kinds of candy paper. Just a piece of candy paper, her requirements are particularly strict. She doesn't want square candy wrappers, and she doesn't want dirty or broken candy wrappers. And every piece of candy paper has been carefully and repeatedly wiped by her to ensure that it is clean and flat. I was surprised at my cousin's behavior and asked her, but she kept pretending to be mysterious and smiling without a word.
After a few days, my cousin began to move. She took me to her room and took out the box where she collected candy paper. She opened it, and it was full of hills of candy paper. I asked her again, "What are you doing?" She smiled twice and said, "origami crane." I was frightened to disgrace, thinking that such a small candy paper is not much bigger than a small teacup. I'm afraid even a skilled person can do it ... But at first, my cousin grabbed a purple candy paper, and her fingers opened and closed quickly, which was very tacit. That piece of candy paper was folded repeatedly and became smaller and smaller. I was overwhelmed by it, and my eyes kept turning with my fingers. I am very busy. "All right!" I was startled when I heard the voice. I quickly looked up and saw my cousin laughing. What's she holding in her hand? And after a pause, I took a closer look, ah! It is a delicate purple paper crane. Its wings are smooth and soft, as if being thrown gently, and it can really make a long sound and flap its wings to the sky. I was shocked and couldn't help thinking ... when I came to my senses, the box full of candy paper was empty, but there was a paper crane mountain next to it. I picked up a green paper crane and looked at it carefully. I wonder what she will do with so many paper cranes. "Help me with the paper crane." My cousin's voice interrupted my thinking. I saw that she had run to the curtain, picked up a needle and thread, rolled up her sleeves and began to concentrate on her big project again. I watched quietly: she was quickly stringing colorful paper cranes together, with her head slightly lowered and her long braids hanging aside, swaying gently with her every movement. Her slender arm swings leisurely with a needle and thread, just like an elegant cellist, pulling the strings and playing a beautiful movement; And that long string of paper cranes is like a string of notes, and a string of colored notes jumps back and forth on the staff, making this piece more vivid ... The beautiful movement is finally over, and my cousin hangs this string of "colored notes" by the window. The wind swept into the room with brisk steps, and the notes slowly rotated with the rhythm. My cousin and I turned our faces, smiled at each other, and felt infinitely happy.
Cousin's handicrafts not only decorated her life and brought happiness to the people around her, but also added a lot of color to her picturesque future.