Dear Teacher,
How are you?
When we heard the greetings from you from far away, across the seas, everybody was in tears. We have no words to express our feelings ...
Eight years ago, you started teaching the Fa in your hometown. At that time, we were so childish, playful, curious, and with all kinds of misgivings... Teacher, do you know that once after you finished a lecture, we quietly followed you, hoping to find out which restaurant you would go to, what delicious foods you would order. Then we saw you went into a fast food restaurant, and finished a bowl of noodles in a hurry. We still remember when your daughter took your hand asking for new shoes; this time again we quietly followed you, waiting to see which shopping center you would go to, what fancy shoes you would buy. But you took her hand, did not go to any shopping center at all, instead, you only bought a pair from a stand in the street for less than a dollar. We still remember the day when you came in the rain to teach us the Fa outside the lecture hall; you saw the bicycles of our students fell down. You took a glance at your watch (it was about 10 minutes to start), and then you bent down and picked up the bicycles one by one...
At that time we did not pay much attention, we only felt that the Teacher is so good, but now, all these have become so precious, so precious... Teacher! Life after life we have forgotten our true origins. In the long process of falling after falling we have accumulated karmic debts beyond what we can pay, we used to be molecules on a completely rotten apple, nothing could be reversed... Only Teacher, only you, picked us up from hell, cleansed our body and mind, granted us the shining golden Falun, and took us by the hand to start the first step on the road towards our true selves...
"Putting heart into everything on earth, even more tedious is from the heavenly affairs"(from Hong Yin), we do not know, and can never know, how much suffering you have been through for us, how much hardships you have borne for us. We only know that, in this heavenly body, in this cosmos, we are the most fortunate, and the luckiest of the luckiest children! Whenever thinking of this, even during the time when "the wind and clouds suddenly change, and the heavens seem to crumble," (The Knowing Heart) even in the situation where "the mountains shake, the seas churn, and the ferocious waves billow," (The Knowing Heart), we will be so happy because we know that in heaven, those countless Buddhas, Taos and Gods, how much they envy us...
We have no way to repay our Teacher, we can only "cultivate Dafa firmly and follow our Teacher closely," (The Knowing Heart) we can only hope to grow up faster, to mature faster, so as to have one less thing for Teacher to worry about!
Teacher, look! More and more students from your hometown are stepping forward to clarify the truth on Tiananmen, on every street and lane, to immerse in the current of Fa-rectification; Teacher, you see we have been growing up, we have grown up, we have learned how to walk, and our steps on the path to home that you have laid for us have become more and more solid, have become firmer and firmer... We already know how to treasure this precious opportunity of cultivation during the Fa-rectification that has never come before, and to embrace the tests with compassionate and peaceful hearts, to embrace the dawn; we will mature in the Fa-rectification, to truly become a qualified particle of the new universe...
Teacher, wherever you are, is wherever the hearts of your hometown students are. When you are tired, please do not forget: in China, in Changchun, there is a home for you to take a break...
Highest salute,
Students from your hometown
November 14, 2000
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