On the last holiday before the college entrance examination, my mother took the girl up the mountain to pray for Buddha. The incense was very strong that day, and the smoke was so thick that it forced tears from my eyes. The girl followed her mother slowly forward, her eyebrows lowered and her eyes submissive, looking well-behaved. When asking for a fortune, the teacher's father held the lotus tube and asked the girl if she was seeking fame. The girl looked at her mother who was kneeling on the other side and said something to Quxing. Then she bit her lip and said nothing. Then she suddenly raised her head with a bright smile: "No, I'm asking for marriage." The monk was stunned for a moment and quickly recovered and handed the lotus tube to the girl. The girl thought: I can shake anything, and if it is good, tell him that this is the will of the gods and Buddhas. If it is not good, it doesn't matter. After all, I am the successor of communism. But after the girl finished shaking it, she found that the lottery tickets were all over the floor. The girl wondered what this meant, so the master picked up the dices on the ground one by one, chanted a Buddha sentence, and added: "Girl and Buddha are destined, but the Buddha cannot give you the answer to what you want to ask."