The little paper boat that grew up with me
In my memory, the good times of childhood are always inseparable from origami, and paper boats are even more indispensable. Grandma’s hands were covered with calluses, but she was so flexible in folding clean and blank papers into vivid little paper boats, with or without hoods, white or colorful... A washbasin, a basin of clear water, small paper boats, a small person, a pair of rough but warm hands, the happy picture lingering in my mind!