I wrote the poem praising the hand myself.

Open your hand.

This is a flower.

all one's life

Destined to be beautiful

Put your hands together.

This is a kind of fruit.

Endure all kinds of hardships

That's your palm sticking out.

This is a fist.

Fingers together

Cutting magnetic field lines

Separate your fingers

Time slipped through my fingers.

A clenched fist

Firm and powerful

Declare a clank oath

Cohesion has punctured one lie after another.

An empty fist

There is a beam of sunlight passing through.

Stinging and dodging eyes.

Sweat covered the tip of the nose.