(Clearwisdom.net) My daughter is six years old. At her tender age, she has experienced many things.

My daughter was born shortly after July 20, 1999, the beginning of the persecution of Falun Gong. When she was one year old, her father was detained due to his appealing in Beijing on behalf of Falun Gong. Every day I took my daughter with me to the front door of the detention center and told people the truth about Falun Gong and why her father was illegally arrested. At that time my daughter was not able to talk, but she seemed to clarify the truth in her own way.

Later, her father was sent to a forced labor camp because he produced truth clarification materials. My daughter had already learned what to say and what not to say. Sometimes after coming home from a fellow practitioner's house or from a truth clarification materials production site, when someone asked where she had been, my daughter would simply say only the minimum such as, "Mommy and I were out somewhere." Then in private she would comment, "Mommy, I won't tell others where we went."

No matter what kind of weather, whether rain, sunshine, wind, or cold, if I was called to help out other practitioners, I would pick up my daughter and go right away. She never cried or fussed. At the fellow practitioner's place, she would play quietly by herself. Perhaps, often seeing her father behind bars, our daughter would stop at the iron gate of the neighborhood underground parking lot and call out "Daddy, Daddy!" every time we passed by there. She did not exactly know where her father was.

The second time my husband was arrested, he was on his way to take our three-year-old daughter to kindergarten. When three plain-clothed policemen pushed my husband down to the ground and carried him by force to the police car, our daughter was left alone to hold on to the leg of an old man and cried with terror, "Grandpa, I am scared. Grandpa, I am scared." As a result of this kind of shock, sometimes in the middle of her playing downstairs, my daughter might suddenly get scared and run up to the second floor crying that the bad policeman is coming when she saw someone with a handbag passing by.

When my daughter was one year old, I started to read Master's Hong Yin to her. At age two, she was able to recite her first poem, "In Harmony with the Fa" (December 27, 1992):

"Buddha's light illuminates everywhere,
Propriety and justice are perfected and illuminated.
Together, wholeheartedly strive upward,
The path ahead is bright."

While visiting her father in the forced labor camp, our daughter would whisper this poem into his ear so as not to be heard by the camp police. Soon after, she was able to remember all the 72 poems by Master. Then every day she would hold the poem book Hong Yin to read it by herself. At first I did not pay too much attention and thought that without knowing any of the characters, she could not really read the book. Surprisingly, through reciting the poems, at age three she was able to recognize many words through her own way of reading, without me teaching her. I could not help but exclaim with admiration at the wonder of Dafa. Since she studied Hong Yin every day, my daughter thoroughly remembered all the poems by heart.

I remember one time when my daughter was not yet three years old, during cultivation experience sharing I was telling a fellow practitioner that I felt tired being a single parent with my husband in the forced labor camp. Hearing this, my daughter stopped her playing alone and suddenly remarked by citing a line in the poem, "Mommy, 'Physical pains count little as suffering,' ("Tempering the Will" from Hong Yin" The fellow practitioner then said, "See, after all, your little girl knows better."

My daughter kept studying Hong Yin by herself. When she got a fever, she said, "Mommy, I don't feel well. Let's study the Fa." Then I would read Hong Yin to her and help her go to sleep for a while. After waking up, she would ask me to read and not to skip any poem. She also asked Teacher by saying, "Master, I am suffering. Please help me." Then she told me that she saw Falun rotating around her nose tip many times and flying away.

After she was four, my daughter started to read Zhuan Falun besides other books of fairy tales. Although there were some words that she did not know, that did not stop her from studying the Fa.

When my daughter was five, she took part in our twice-a-week group Fa study and read Zhuan Falun flawlessly. In our group, participants of all ages, from 5 to 70, studied the same book. I sensed that Master's enormous benevolence let us immerse ourselves in the Buddha light and diligently advance together, crossing the boundaries of our different ages.

Now our daughter is six years old. She has studied many lectures given in various places by Master. Usually she would measure her own actions of right or wrong with the Fa. What she said was usually based on the Fa. Occasionally when she did not study the Fa, she would cry and say, "I forgot to study the Fa. I forgot to study the Fa." Then she would stay up late to make up and study the Fa for a while before going to bed. This is as Teacher says in his poem, "Solid Cultivation" (October 7, 1994):

"Study Fa, obtain Fa,
Compare in studying, compare in cultivating,
Examine each and every deed,
Accomplishing is cultivating."

Sometimes, from my little daughter, I see my own shortcomings.

After traveling through many places, my daughter and I left China and went abroad. In this free country, every night we clarify the truth to the sightseeing tourists from China at a certain place until midnight. We have to take a long walk each day to get there and she is always reciting Master's poem, "Righteous Thoughts and Righteous Actions" (May 29, 2002)

"A Great Enlightened Being does not fear hardship
Having forged an adamantine will
And with no attachment to living or dying
He walks his path of Fa-rectification openly and nobly"

My daughter never complains or cries because she knows that our clarifying the truth is to save people. Whenever I see Chinese tourists receive the truth-clarification newspaper from her little hands, I realize that Master is around us at every moment.