The Foggy Days

The foggy snow hats the mount peaks, The chilly wind frosts all snaky creeks. The shelter covered by creamy layer; Face of a pane of the wistful thinker. The clear icicles cling from the gutter, Like the tearing of a sadden perceiver; The thousand drops flood within: Reviving my mother's teaching. Once a spoiled teen in mother's arms; Had poetical talent with full charms. Then flew to adore distant flowers, Received pitiful consequences later. The obstacles shadowed the daily life, Just a few of them have been rectified. The foggy days repeat over and over? Only self-confident man can endeavor. Even powerful mind soaked in tears, Let the body move on without fear, Hopefully the snow fog will cease; The strong heart could stay at peace! Tomorrow the weather could be fine, Keep moving on the tough, nasty line, Even the fuzzy way lessens the vision, Try hard to find the right destination. Go on to reach out the ideal flowers That bloom in the beautiful weather; Leave the foggy days, obstacles of life, To pass over the foggy day and smile!