Young Practitioners' Tales: An Elementary School Student Validating Dafa

A Sixth-Grade Elementary Schoo

PureInsight | November 7, 2005

[] I'm 12 years old. In my school, I'm a member of my class committee and am in charge of physical education. I'm also the class representative in mathematics. I started practicing Falun Gong along with my parents when I was only four. My home was the group study site and practice site. Back then, my Daddy said, "The predestined time has arrived, and our home should act as a temple." At that time, I studied the Fa with my daddy, mommy, uncles and aunts (translators' note: Chinese children are told to call people who are around their parents' ages "uncles and aunts" even if they are not actually related") everyday. Sometimes we practiced the exercises together. Every day before they started studying the Fa, they would recite Teacher's articles from Essentials for Further Advancement including, "Lunyu," "Enlightenment," "Why One Cannot See" and "True Cultivation" and so on. Later on I memorized "Buddha-Nature and Demon-Nature." My mom said, at that time, while they were reciting and reading the articles, I would play aside by myself, because I couldn't read yet. But I listened and learned. I could recite everything that adults in our practice site had memorized. I often participated in children's intensive Fa-study and practice sessions, and went on stage to share experiences. When I was six, I represented all children practitioners in a Fa conference and recited Teacher's "Lunyu" on the stage in front of several thousand people, without a single mistake. Everyone applauded me.

After I went to the elementary school, I began to hand-copy many books by Teacher.. During the summer before I entered the third grade, I had hand-copied Zhuan Falun twice. During the summer before I entered the fifth grade, I had hand copied Essentials for Further Advancement, Teaching the Fa at the Conference in Changchun, Teaching the Fa at the Conference in Switzerland, Hong Yin three times, and Guiding the Voyage. I've also hand copied Teacher's new lectures that were published after Guiding the Voyage. I have just finished hand-copying "Teaching the Fa at the Conference in Vancouver, Canada, in 2003."

I became a third grader in 2001. One day during the first semester, the head teacher of our class told us to each write an article attacking Falun Dafa. I thought, "Even in school they want to persecute Falun Gong? I won't write it."

The next morning, only a few students had finished writing the article. The head teacher said, "For those who haven't finished yet, finish it by this afternoon." In the afternoon, several students including me and another young practitioner still hadn't written the article. The head teacher said angrily, "Copy it from the newspaper!" The other young practitioner and I still refused to write it. A classmate reported us to the head teacher. The head teacher called us to her office and asked us what our parents were and how long we had practiced. We didn't answer. She reported us to the principal.

On our way to the principal's office, some classmates followed us and asked, "Are you all right?" Some asked, "Are you going to write or not?" I said, "Don't worry. We will never write it. Falun Dafa is good!"

In the principal's office, the principal asked us, "Do you practice Falun Gong?" We both answered, "Yes!" He said, "Falun Gong harms people, haven't you seen how miserable those self-immolation victims were?" I said, "Why haven't we burned ourselves? Because the book doesn't tell us to burn ourselves. The self-immolation was staged." Then, the other young practitioner started to promote Dafa, and I looked at him with smile on my face. I came to understand that, although they intended to stop us from practicing Falun Gong, they have now realized it's impossible. At this time, the bell started ringing, and it was time to go home. The principal could find no way out. He just told us, "You can go home now."

Our head teacher, who was also the Chinese-language teacher, repeatedly attacked Dafa and criticized me in classes. Although I had been winning the "Top Student" award every year, and in this year, the other young practitioner and I won the most votes from our fellow classmates for the award, the head teacher said, "The voting process isn't good this time because it didn't include teachers' opinions." As a result neither of us was given the award. At the beginning, I didn't feel good about it and thought that I had been wronged. But after sharing understandings with my Mom, and as soon as I started viewing it from the standpoint of Dafa, my heart lightened up and I felt happy again.

When I was in the fourth grade, one day the school authorities gave everyone a book titled "The School Campus Says No to X Cult." I tore one page off as soon as I opened the book. A classmate sharing a desk with me made a fuss about it. I told her solemnly, "I dare you to report me!" After getting home, I carefully cut out the photo of Teacher in the book and went downstairs with my young fellow practitioner to burn the book. We also peed on it.

From then on, I paid more attention to clarifying the truth about Falun Gong, and did it every time I had a chance. I have clarified the truth to all of my classmates. Some of them believed me right away, some of them didn't believe me until a few days later, and some of them still have doubts. Some classmates have kept all the truth-clarification pamphlets and pictures I had given them and believed in the truth about Falun Gong since then. When I showed pictures of the persecution to my classmates, some were terrified by the brutality and covered their eyes with their hands. I then told them how ruthless the evil persons were towards Falun Gong practitioners.

I saw vertical banners that read, "Falun Dafa is good" and "Truthfulness-Compassion-Tolerance" lying on the ground on the street twice. I immediately picked them up and gave them to my Mom when I got home. One day I saw a child playing with the truth-clarification CD, I immediately took it from him, and told him, "It's about the truth of Falun Gong. It cannot be played with. Remember: Falun Dafa is good."

I read "The story of Nian," "Seven-Colored Deer," "Red-eyed Stone Lion," and "Roasting Iron-Eggplant" in the truth-clarification materials, and told them to my young friends. When the teacher asked the students to tell stories in front of the class, I volunteered to be the first and told the story of "Red-eyed stone lion." When the teacher assigned us the homework of hand-copying stories, I hand-copied the stories from the truth-clarification material "The Mind Stories," and "New Heaven and Earth for Children." When the teacher assigned us homework to look for poems that we hadn't learned in class before, I copied Teacher's "An Upright Person" in Hong Yin. In a drawing exhibit, my works were "A pure lotus in the filthy world" and "Watching the sun rising high," which depicted a lotus flower staying un-dyed after coming out of mud, and a crane watching the sun. One day the teacher assigned us homework to write an essay titled, "I discovered…" With my Mom's help, I wrote, through cultivating practice in Falun Dafa I have discovered that, a person must have "Wealth and Virtue" to remain rich, a country must "Pacify the External by Cultivating the Internal" to become rich and powerful, and human must comply "When the Fa is Right" to last long. I got an A+.

In the experience sharing material, the story of little Lena playing piano moved me a lot. Little Lena's xinxing and realm are both very high. Mom said I sing very well. I like playing the bamboo flute and I use it to play Dafa songs. Adult practitioners living near us have heard me playing and all praised me. Now I like playing the Beijing Erhu (a traditional Chinese instrument) and singing Beijing opera. My favorite character is Bao Zheng (or Bao Qingtian, 包青天), the most respectful and righteous judge in Chinese history. In a large-scale performance, the first episode I sang was "Bao Longtu Sits in the Kaifeng Prefecture Government" (包龍圖打坐在開封府上) in the traditional Chinese opera titled, The Case of Chen Shimei (鍘美案.) I dream that one day, if practitioners perform the traditional Chinese opera The Case of Chen Shimei together, I will play Bao Zheng.

Now I hand-copy the Fa on Sundays as soon as I have time. At other times I recite Hong Yin, clarify the truth and send forth righteous thoughts. Under Teacher's merciful protection, I will remove attachments more diligently and do better.

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