(Clearwisdom.net) When I met my new class, a group of second graders, my instinct told me that I was here to help them obtain the Fa. Soon after the new semester began, the school held a discussion between parents and teachers. In the meeting, I distributed truth clarifying materials about Falun Gong to the parents with an uneasy heart, and told them the truth about the practice. I had to obtain their permission before I could teach the children to practice. After my explanation, the parents had no doubts. Several days later, I started leading a group of children to study the Fa and practice the exercises every day.
During the year of practice, the children gave me a lot of surprises, helping me realize the great power of the Fa.
For the first semester, we studied the teachings and practiced the exercises every day. At first, I was concerned that the children did not have a big enough vocabulary, so I read one sentence first, then they read it. Only a couple of days passed before I realized that my concern was not an issue. From then on, every morning at seven fifty we practiced, and then learned together. The attention and progress of the children learning the Fa astonished me. I invited two grade six practitioners to accompany the children during the twice-a-week morning meetings. After the meeting, we would return to the classroom and learn the Fa together. During the first semester we finished reading Zhuan Falun once and reciting "Hong Yin."
By the start of the second semester, the children could practice in the morning by themselves. They did not need the company of higher grade children during the teachers' morning meeting. Once, when I returned to the classroom a little bit late, I found them reciting Hong Yin after practice, which greatly surprised me. After that, every time I returned late from the meeting, I could hear them reciting Hong Yin with such beautiful voices. I knew from my heart that the Fa had already deeply rooted at the bottom of the children's hearts. The seed had been planted. I was so happy for them. The progress in the second semester was even faster. Three or four weeks before summer vacation, they finished reading Zhuan Falun, so every day after practice we recited Lunyu and Hong Yin.
Children are still children. Quarrels among them are inevitable. However, once I told them the Fa principles, they could quickly realize their shortcomings, or they could forgive. Once when I was grading homework, a small boy was complaining to another. I heard the listener say to him happily, "Why are you angry, since he gave you virtue?" in the end, the child did not come to me to complain.
In the children's journals, they wrote about the change in their personalities, such as no longer fighting with their sisters for the remote control, playing peacefully with their brothers on the computer, and not fighting back against their sisters or brothers. The children had changed. Moreover, Yucheng suddenly asked me one day near the end of the semester, "Teacher, after grade three, who will accompany us to practice the exercises and study Fa?" I told them they could join the Falun Dafa Group.
Some children told me that their mothers hoped that they would not form a new class in grade three, because once the teacher started the second grade class, the children did not yell at their mothers at home. I told the children, "It was not the teachers' doing. It was the Fa that changed you."
At the end of the semester, my class discussed how to use the remainder of the class fund. One child cried with excitement, "Donate to somebody." I did not reply before Ji Xin said, "A focus on charitable works is still action" ("Non-action" from Hong Yin). Another child said, "Remove all attachments for true non-action" ("Non-action" from Hong Yin). At that time, I truly believed that they understood the principles.
I remember that when I started the class, Hongcheng was often sick. His mother called to ask for leave from time to time to take the child to the doctor, until she felt somewhat embarrassed in asking for more days off. At the end of the second semester, I realized that Hongcheng had not seen a doctor for quite some time and had gone without medicine.
Every day after class, people in the school could see a man surrounded by a group of children, small hands in a big hand, going towards the gate happily. I am not sure when it started, and the sound they made wasn't laughter and chatter but beautiful voices reciting Hong Yin.
July 25, 2005
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