How to write the composition of fairy fortune telling?

Walking on the road of life, you often feel confused. Maybe it's the fog!

When I got up in the morning, there was already a thick layer of fog outside. It seems to have isolated you from the boundless sea of clouds. Although it looks spectacular, I can't find the direction of my life ... because of the foggy weather these days, I dare not go out, for fear that I will get lost in the fog as soon as I go out. At this moment, a man dressed in strange clothes and calling himself a fortune teller came in. Said he would read my palm. So, the fortune teller held my hand, studied it carefully and nodded thoughtfully. "You have a good life and a bright future." I don't understand. "Then why can't I find my direction in life?" "In fact, you have found it. Look at your hands. " The fortune teller stroked his long beard. "no! I only have fingerprints on my hands! " I'm even more confused. "You know what? The reason why fortune-telling depends on handprints is actually because everyone's handprints are their own destiny! I nodded slightly. " You found the direction of life, but you didn't clench your fist! "I suddenly understand that fate is in our own hands, but we are not sure. I clenched my fist to keep my fate from slipping away. But soon, I found a question, "Why are some handprints still exposed?"? "I asked curiously." Yes! There are still some who can't catch. Explain that a person's success depends on opportunity. Only in this way can we reach the finish line smoothly. "

As soon as his voice fell, the fortune teller disappeared into the clouds. I gently parted the clouds and looked up at the sky. An eagle crossed the sky with a vigorous posture. The sun also rose, and the hot sunshine dispersed the white fog. The wind dispersed the fog, and my heart seemed to warm up. It seems that there is a ladder leading to the peak of life in front of me. I clenched my fist and tried my best to climb up. ...

The alarm clock beside me woke me up from sleep, and I woke up from the fog. ...