Chen Qizhen-Prophecy of Hands

Kite flies and leaves fall

The world of fists is so big

The thread wraps around the tree and grows up

The palm of my hand can hold the wind

Can’t hold a grain of sand

My left hand is a cat and my right hand is the power of comfort

You make me light Putting your hands together gently brings back the old days

Close your eyes and roll up the waves on the spot and run towards the paper moon

Chasing a wolf in the heavy rain

Butterflies fly in the waves as the tide recedes

Hands open

Not afraid of scarcity