(Clearwisdom.net) In January 2005, we formed a Minghui Fa-study class for young Dafa practitioners in our area. In the past six months, the number of students has grown to nearly 20. They ranged from kindergarteners to high school seniors. To avoid persecution, we have changed our location five times. After the group Fa study, the young practitioners improved their character and behavior to varying degrees. When Dafa practitioners in China validate Dafa and save sentient beings, the young practitioners are not left behind. They join the Fa-rectification in various ways.

On May 13, 2005, to celebrate World Falun Dafa Day and the 13^th anniversary of Teacher's spreading the Fa with practitioners all around the world and to present a precious gift for Teacher's 54^th birthday, we organized an experience sharing conference for the Minghui Fa-study class. Two papers from that conference follow.

I was born in an ordinary family. When I was little, the financial situation in my family was not good. My mom had poor health. My dad and mom often quarreled. Mom tried all kinds of qigong to treat her illnesses. She spent a lot of money, but her health was not improved. Then we encountered Falun Dafa and began to cultivate this free practice. Mom's illnesses disappeared. My parents behaved with "Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance," always thought of others, and never fought with each other again. Our family became warmer and more harmonious.

From my earliest memories, the people I have been with most are fellow practitioners. I truly began to appreciate this pure land only when I grew up and understood society. There is only kindness here, without intrigues, suspicion or jealousy as among most people.

Because my parents cultivated Falun Dafa, I attended several big Fa-spreading activities and group exercises. I personally experienced Dafa's magic. I didn't go to pre-school or kindergarten before I went to school. I often went to the nearby practice site with my parents to study the Fa. I was able to read Zhuan Falun when I was only four years old. When I went to school, I knew many more Chinese characters than my classmates.

However, this good practice was suppressed after July 20, 1999. I didn't understand much. I only remembered that Dad brought home a newspaper after work one evening. He looked gloomy and said something to Mom. I knew something must have happened. Soon Falun Gong was slandered all the time in the news on TV. I can't describe my feelings at that time. We all became very serious. I thought, "Were those things said on TV true? How come it's different from what I know about Dafa?" I didn't know what to do and felt like crying. I finally decided that I didn't make the wrong choice and there was nothing wrong with cultivating Falun Dafa.

Nevertheless, the slanderous news blotted out the sky and the earth. Then the "Tiananmen self-immolation incident" hit the news. Fortunately, a video analysis of that incident came out soon after, and revealed its many doubtful points. We firmly believed in Dafa again after some confusion.

I was pressured in school. I was horrified by the news that I had to sign a banner to slander Dafa. I felt weak in my legs. I didn't sign that time. Later the teacher came to me again with the banner. I refused to sign again. A few days later, we were told to line up to sign it again. I didn't go. The teacher in charge of my class talked to me. There were many teachers in the office. My teacher said, "Liu Siyin, who practiced Falun Gong, went to Tiananmen square to burn herself. You better not practice any more!" I said, "The Tiananmen self-immolation incident was a frame-up. Liu Siying could sing after a tracheotomy. Liu Baorong was ok after drinking more than half a bottle of gasoline. Plus, how could they bring so much gasoline to Tiananmen Square so easily?" My questions made the teacher speechless. Another teacher in the office agreed, "Last time I was not allowed to board the train with a half bottle of mousse. It's not possible to board a train with several big bottles of gasoline and bring them to Tiananmen Square."

I remember one night in the summer of 2000. My dad was on the phone. He was saying something mysterious. When I asked him what happened, he said, "We'll have a group practice tomorrow morning in the square." I told him I wanted to go. Early next morning, Dad and I arrived at the square. At first the weather was ok, and then it started to rain. We continued to exercise in the rain. I was wearing a skirt and felt chilly. An uncle nearby took off his coat and gave it to me. After the exercises, we stayed to recite Lunyu and Hongyin. Later dad told me I was the youngest in the group exercise.

The police were watching us all the time. Several buses came. Dafa practitioners were told to board the bus, so we did. Dad was taken away. Several practitioners and I were taken to the police station. I didn't get to eat anything. The police didn't release me until the afternoon. Because both my parents were detained, I was sent to a neighbor's home until my mom came back home later.

Since the suppression of Falun Gong, my parents have often been held in detention centers and labor camps. I knew they did nothing wrong. They just believed in "Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance" and cultivated Falun Gong. They were charged with "disturbing the social order." I didn't understand how they could have disturbed the social order by practicing the exercises at home.

With such a huge campaign of slander and suppression, many who did not practice and did not understand the truth of Falun Gong were misled by the slanderous broadcasts on TV. As Dafa practitioners, we could not ignore those lies. So my parents and I began to distribute truth-clarification materials. My parents and I often brought many copies of the materials to distribute in a building, and soon we had distributed materials in many buildings. I felt very happy every time we finished distributing truth-clarification materials.

However, the evil forces desperately tried to stop us from spreading the truth. They used all sorts of illegal means to create interference and damage. When I was a freshman in junior middle school, someone banged on the door one morning. My parents hid some Dafa materials. The police got a locksmith to open the door and arrested my parents. They also took away many materials, Dafa books, and the computer. A few policemen sent me to school. I didn't cry on the way. After I got to my class and the policemen had left, however, I couldn't hold my tears back any more. I stood there holding a big string of heavy keys in my hands. When I went home later, I was surprised to see that the computer monitor was also taken, leaving an empty computer desk. How was this different from a burglary?

After my parents were abducted and illegally sentenced to imprisonment in a forced labor camp, I was not able to study the Fa or practice the exercises regularly. I was not doing well in school, either. The teacher could do nothing other than worry about my studies. I was also very worried.

When my mom was released, I was able to gradually improve my studies because I was able to study the Fa and practice the exercises regularly. In the first exam after Mom came back, I rose from number 17 to number two in my class. I knew it was Dafa's power. Later my dad was also released. The cultivation environment in my family became even better. Now I studied the Fa frequently and I rose to number 1 in my class again. This convincingly demonstrated the great and supernormal power of Dafa and exposed the shameless lie that "Dafa practitioners neglect their families and their children after practicing Falun Gong."

When my parents were detained, many practitioners were not able to get Teacher's new articles in time because Dad used to download and print Teacher's new articles for them. So I helped them to download and print Teacher's new articles and other truth-clarification materials. I was only nine years old at that time. I knew it was Dafa that gave me the wisdom.

When I look back at my cultivation path, I had both pains and joys, both bitterness and sweetness. I feel so fortunate to have been born in a cultivating family. In the future, I will make sure to do more diligently the three things that Dafa practitioners are supposed to do, overcome my shortcomings, fully play my role as a Dafa particle, and validate Dafa better.

It happened in an "Ideology and Morality" class in the second semester when I was in fifth grade. The main theme of the class was "Believing in science and rejecting superstition." When the teacher talked about "superstition," she asked the class, "What is now the most evil and harmful superstition in China, and even in the whole world?" More than half of the class shouted, "Falun Gong!" The teacher seemed very complacent.

I looked at a fellow practitioner who sat behind me. She smiled to me, and then nodded her head. I knew she was sending forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the rotten demons. I also started to send forth righteous thoughts.

When the teacher talked about the "Tiananmen Square Self-Immolation incident," she grinned. Then a girl in the class told the teacher, "Teacher, I watched the video. Liu Chunling was hit on her head by a heavy object. She was killed. She was not burned to death. The object that hit her was bent and flew high." The teacher looked at her maliciously and said, "Sit down!" The teacher refused to accept the fact, but she seemed to be confused. I noticed this, immediately stood up, and said loudly to her and to the whole class, "Liu Chunling was indeed murdered. The TV said Wang Jindong was a senior practitioner who started to practice Falun Gong in 1996, but his hand positions in Jieyin and his leg positions were both wrong. Plus, with such a big fire, his hair was not burned, and the plastic Sprite bottle between his legs was not even melted."

My two good friends noticed that I had missed some points, so they began to supplement, because I had told them the truth before. For example, Liu Siying could speak and sing clearly only four days after a tracheotomy, and when did we ever see policemen patrolling with fire extinguishers in Tiananmen Square? The teacher suddenly seemed to understand. The fellow practitioner in my class saw the rotten demon that was controlling the teacher explode. After class, we told many truths to the teacher. The classmates and the teacher also understood the truth. Although saving people is a little hard, it is very rewarding.

When I went back home after school, I told my mom and dad what had happened in class. They were very happy.

July 22, 2005