By Xiao Hua

(Clearwisdom.net) When my son was three years old, one day he told me excitedly, "Mom, Teacher Li called me a smart, little practitioner." He always asks me to call him "Congming," which means "smart." This is his story.

Shortly after my son could recite Hong Yin, out of the blue he told me happily, "Mom, Teacher Li calls me 'Congming.' You can also call me 'Congming' at home." Since then he has responded to "Congming" every time I call him, but sometimes he does not respond to his own name--as if he did not hear it. One day Congming was sad. He said, "I am afraid that Teacher Li will not save me." I said, "Do not worry. You are still little. See, even your mom and dad are not worried." Because I had only recently started practicing Falun Gong, I did not know what cultivation was nor did I know how to cultivate. I did not have a clear understanding of Fa rectification and did not realize the importance of studying the Fa. In retrospect, it must have been compassionate Teacher telling me to be diligent in studying the Fa.

One day I heard on the Falun Dafa radio station that a senior practitioner in China who was illiterate was able to read Zhuan Falun. It was truly incredible. I then let Congming give it a try. It was really miraculous. I did not teach him much. Rather, I only watched him read and taught him the words he did not recognize. He was able to read Zhuan Falun within three months. By the time he was three years old, he had already read through the entire book. It was then that Teacher gave him the name for a smart practitioner. Congming is now five years old. He has read Zhuan Falun over 20 times, 19 of which I have witnessed.

At times when he does a lot of reading, he kneels down with both hands conjoined in front of his chest to thank Teacher. He looks very serious.

Now Congming can read the ninth-grade textbooks for overseas Chinese children. We have not taught him. Before he started practicing, Congming was not so quick with his numbers. We put the colored magnetic numbers from one to ten on the fridge door and taught him repeatedly, but he still could not master them. It was much easier for his brother. After he obtained the Fa, I have not specifically taught him math. However, he can calculate much faster than others in his age group. It seems that I do not need to worry or be attached to anything. Dafa is miraculous and opens wisdom. As long as we study the Fa well and follow the course of nature, the results will be even better than we expect.

Congming especially likes to go to the Fa study site, because he can play with many other little practitioners. One time none of his friends came. Not wanting him to play alone outside, we asked him to join our group study. Everyone took turns reading a paragraph. He also read one when it was his turn. That night he read several paragraphs. Later he told me, "Mom, Teacher applauded when I read my paragraph," and he then clapped his hands to show me. One senior practitioner suggested letting Congming attend the group study thereafter. Although he attended every time, sometimes he could not control himself and wanted to play with the other children. One night he did not want to read and I was just about to give up when another little practitioner came over and wanted to listen to him read. He instantly got excited and read aloud many paragraphs. The next day he told me happily, "Mom, Teacher brought me to the heavens to play. It was so beautiful. I also had many kinds of food. Later, Teacher asked me to go back and continue my cultivation."

Another time a practitioner told me that, before the persecution, some practitioners in China would read through all of Zhuan Falun in one day. Because of this, those practitioners knew what to do during the persecution. When I told this story to Congming, he also wanted to give it a try. The next day when his father asked him to go shopping with him, Congming did not go although he usually was anxious to. He said seriously, "I will read nine chapters of Zhuan Falun today." He read six chapters that day. Later, he said that Teacher again took him to the heavens to play.

Congming's father has not started practicing. One time Congming said "stupid" to his dad when they were playing. His dad also made jokes. Congming then continued to use this word for three days. At noon on the third day, I went upstairs after lunch and suddenly heard my husband shouting, "Come down. Our son is bleeding." I saw Congming squatting on the floor. The left side of his lip was broken and there were twelve drops of blood on the white tiles. Congming was horrified. He lowered his head with both hands conjoined in front of his chest. When I picked him up, his hands still kept the same position. He cried, "Teacher, I am sorry." I asked him why. He asked, "Is it my left side bleeding?" I said, "Yes." He said, "Teacher told me not to insult others. Otherwise boys would bleed on their left side and girls on their right."

Several days later, Congming came back from school and told me, "Today when I was playing soccer, demons pushed me down and told me not to believe in Teacher. They were not respectful to Teacher. I told them that I only believed in Teacher. Then I sent forth righteous thought and said, 'Eliminate! Eliminate! Eliminate!'.... Then, they were eliminated."

Posting date: 2/15/2006
Original article date: 2/15/2006
Category: Personal Cultivation
Translated on 2/4/2006
Chinese version available at http://minghui.org/mh/articles/2006/2/2/119967.html

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