Eight-Year-Old Lianlian Elevates Her Xinxing in Daily Life

(Minghui.org) Lianlian is an eight-year-old practitioner and began to learn Dafa about one year ago. Lianlian gave herself a new name, Li Zhenglian, by adopting Teacher's surname, Li. After Lianlian began to cultivate, she experienced tests in interacting with her teachers, parents, classmates, and other young practitioners. The following are a few incidents her mother put together from her diary.

One day I was playing with my friend, who was also a young practitioner. We found two good toys. Since I was a bit selfish sometimes, I decided to let her choose first and then I took whichever toy she did not like, so that I could become selfless.

I was on duty as a group leader one day. When we were supposed to sweep the floor, the members of my group did not want to do it and stomped their feet. When I tried to talk to them, they did not listen. After school, I told my mother about it. After I finished, I suddenly enlightened that when mother asked me to sweep the floor at home, I always stomped my feet in protest. I think the incident during the day was to help me to elevate my xinxing and think about others first.

One day, Mother helped me to put on my black leather shoes, which looked like boy's shoes. I did not want to wear them to school. My classmates all laughed at me and made fun of me wearing boy's shoes. Later, I thought it was because I was being vaine. I thought that if I let go of the attachment, they might not laugh at me anymore. As a result, my classmates really stopped laughing at me.

My mother bought me a new scarf one afternoon. On the scarf there was a cute little panda. I was very attached to the scarf since I liked it so much. The following day, I wore it to show off to my friends. Even before I had a chance to show it, one boy stepped on it. I was really angry and shouted, “That is my new scarf! Why did you mess it up?” He simply left without answering me. I suddenly realized that it was meant for me to let go of my show-off mentality and vanity.

Similar things happened a few times. Every time when I showed the things I liked most to my classmates, they would either be damaged or smudged. One day, I showed off my wax crayons. My classmate who sat next to me borrowed the crayon with the color that I like the most and then broke it. Returning home I told mother about it. She said, “Wasn't it meant to let you to get the rid off your show-off mentality?”

My father did not practice Falun Gong. One day he asked me to drink some tea to reduce my internal heat. I believed that's what would happen, and, as a result, my nose started bleeding as soon as I finished the tea. Mother said, “Do practitioners have internal heat?” As soon as I realized the problem, my nose stopped bleeding.

Several times when my classmates gave me toys, I accepted them. One day one of my classmates wanted to borrow my eraser. When I lent it to him, he did not want to return it. I asked him why he did not return it to me. He said, “I gave it to you last time, and now I don't want to give it to you anymore.” He refused to give it back to me no matter how hard I argued with him. I told my mother when I got home and she said, “You took other people's things and Teacher did not want you to loose your virtue, so he arranged for that boy to take your eraser. It's also meant for you to let go of your attachment to self interest.” Therefore, I let go of the attachment. The following day, the same boy wanted to borrow my pencil. I was very calm and lent it to him. As a result he returned the pencil when he was finished. This time I enlightened that I could not covet little advantages and that it was not right to casually take other people's things. No loss, no gain.

At one time when the dean of my school often talked about the wicked Party culture, I lost my voice and had several blisters on my tongue. In the evening my mother and I sent forth righteous thoughts and by the following day my tongue had almost returned to normal, except for a few small blisters. However, I still had not gotten my voice back. At lunchtime my teacher asked me, “You lost your voice, why don't you take some medicine?” I said, “Teacher, you forgot that I am a practitioner. (My mother had clarified the truth to the teacher before.)” The teacher did not say anything. My mother and I sent forth righteous thoughts again to eliminate the evil factors behind the dean's back and to prevent him from poisoning other students. My voice came back, but the dean still often talked about the wicked Party culture. In the evening, I said to my mother, “Maybe we were attached too much to the issue.” Mother also enlightened to it. When we both enlightened to it, the dean did not talk about it anymore.