(Clearwisdom.net) After I read Teacher's new article "Fa-Rectification Period Dafa Disciples," the thought of going to Beijing to validate Dafa rose from my heart again. In the article Teacher said, "If you are still unclear about what Fa-rectification disciples are, you won't be able to step forward in the current tribulation, and you will be led by the human world's pursuit of comfort to 'enlighten' along an evil path." "Cultivation and Fa-rectification are serious. Whether you are able to treasure this period of time is, in fact, a matter of whether you can be responsible to yourselves." Though I have been to Beijing several times validating Dafa, I was still very far away from the standard of the Fa; I have done too little. Its power was unshakeable once the righteous thought came out. I decided to go to Tiananmen Square again to hold the banner and clarify the truth.

On the morning of August 25, after sending forth righteous thoughts, I arrived in Beijing by bus. I successfully unfurled a banner in front of the Golden-River-Bridge located in front of Tiananmen. I shouted sincerely: "Falun Dafa is good," "Falun Dafa is the righteous way! Restore the good name of Dafa! And my Master!" My voice was loud and echoing. Afterwards I put the banner back into my bag and walked forward.

After I walked for a distance, a policeman came from behind and stopped me. He searched my bag and found the banner. I spoked out, "Falun Dafa is good!" again and did not cooperate with the evil. A few more policemen pulled and dragged me. My shoes were lost in the scuffle; my socks were torn, my heels were scraped and bleeding, and my pants were torn. They dragged me into the police vehicle. Afraid of my shouting, a policeman stepped on my back while lifting up my head to stop me.

The police said, "Your accent sounds like you are from Tangshan."[a city in Hebei Province] I didn't cooperate with them, but just let them think mistakenly that I was from Tangshan. I was then brought to Tangshan's local government's liaison office in Beijing. There I refused to tell them my name and address. They told me to think it over and said "If you don't tell, we have plenty of ways to make you tell." They continued to interrogate me a few minutes later and I still did not answer. I told myself I must not allow the evil to succeed. The evil forces finally showed their ferocious face. A male officer in his forties started to beat me with a rubber baton [note: contains a metal core]. After a while, tired and sweating, he said in exasperation, "I haven't see anyone like you; you are really tough." Then another policeman came and continued to beat me. I kept silently reciting Teacher's Fa rectification verses. I told myself I must not endure passively like this. Once this thought came out, I became short of breath. The police stopped beating and cuffed my hands to the heater pipe. I was half sitting, half lying on the ground, silently reciting Teacher's Fa rectification verses.

At about 2:00 PM, there was only one person monitoring the phone calls in the hall. I thought it was time for me to leave now; this was not where I should be. I should not allow the evil to continue to persecute me, because there were many people outside waiting to be saved. Therefore, I sent forth the righteous thought that "I must go out today." At 5:00 pm, they unlocked my handcuffs, and let me stand up (they were afraid that I couldn't walk because of the beating). They showed me into a room and asked me to write a "promising" note. They said, "We won't ask you where you came from and your name this time. Just write down that you will never come to Tiananmen. Dafa disciple." I firmly refused. Then a hard-hearted policeman wrote it, and he tried to pull my hands to press my fingerprints on the note. I silently recited in my heart, "The Fa rectifies the universe, the evil is completely eliminated." The person who held my hands completely lost his strength. I knew that evil in another dimension had been eliminated. I told them loudly, "What you have done is an insult to Dafa, an insult to Dafa disciples. Stop this disguised form of persecution." Finally, the evil was afraid and told me I could go. I stood up and walked out. At the moment I reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard a policeman say in the back, "Stop"! I sent forth a righteous thought without looking back, "This time, the one who should stop must be you." A bus stop was right at the front door and a bus was waiting for me. I got on the bus, and safely arrived home. Just like this, I went to Beijing to validate the Fa and returned on the same day.

Enclosed are a few pictures, which are ironclad evidence of the Jiang Zemin evil regime's violation of human rights. On August 25, I went to Tiananmen Square to validate Dafa. My knee was injured and bleeding due to dragging, a piece of my skin and flesh was scraped off, and my pants were also torn. Most of the injuries were from the torture I received inside the Tangshan's local government's liaison office in Beijing. My face was slapped with the soles of plastic shoes; my arms and legs were beaten with a rubber baton; and my feet were stomped on ruthlessly.