I am a high school student and have been cultivating for more than four years.

In the winter of 1998, my Mom obtained the Fa. Under her guidance, I began to read the books and to learn meditation and the exercises, but I sometimes didn't meditate or read much due to my laziness and lack of self-discipline.

I obtained the Fa when I was in grade one junior high. The environment was very good then because the persecution had not started. My Dad gave us a lot of support. Since July 20, 1999, the authorities have told enormous lies to the people of China. As a result, many of those who originally believed in Falun Gong gave up their belief. My Dad changed too. He tried to stop me and Mom from practicing Falun Dafa. Mom never agreed to give it up. She has remained steadfast in her belief, which has encouraged me a lot. Mom and I, and many aunties and uncles in the village have continued to practice cultivation at home.

Jiang's persecution of Falun Gong even included a kid like me, although I was only a junior high student. When I was in Grade Three, junior high, a sample exam contained a question slandering Dafa. I skipped the question. The teacher stressed repeatedly, "You have to answer such a question; otherwise you will lose marks." As expected, the actual entrance exam of senior high included such a question. Although it was the most important exam a student could take, I gave up this question without any hesitation. I thought to myself, "If I answer this question the way they want, just to get a better score, I will not be qualified to be a Dafa practitioner, and Master will be sad. Mom and all of the other good people would be sad too." In the end, I failed the exam. When the schoolteachers and students all found out what I had done, they told me that I should be more concerned about my future. They persuaded me to repeat Grade Three. Since I was aware of the process of truth clarification, I clearly told them the truth about Dafa. I asked them, "Isn't Zhen-Shan-Ren good? Isn't being a good person also a good thing? Don't you teachers teach students to be good people?" They were speechless in the face of my questions.

I repeated Grade Three, and I learned many things.

The police brought back the many aunties and uncles in the village who went to Beijing to appeal for Dafa. The head of the township came to my Mom and tried to send her to a brainwashing class. I knew that we should not cooperate with the evil in any way. My mom did not cooperate with them, either. They left, in embarrassment, tucking their tails between their legs. One holiday, Mom and I went out to distribute truth clarification materials. Although we covered many streets, I did not feel tired at all. Instead, I felt very light.

The school continuously tested me. Whenever there was an exam, I would be asked to come to the office. I felt that I should clarify the truth about Dafa to any teacher I met. I told them the facts about Dafa again and again. The first person I told was the teacher in charge of my class, then the head master of the school.

One night at self study time, I told the truth about Dafa to the head master of the school from 7:00 to 10:30 pm. Finally he said, "Falun Gong is good." Later he told me that the police station in the township had called to ask about me, but he did not tell them anything. After I brought the truth clarifying materials to him, he told me several times that people from the township were investigating me. I could tell that he was a bit afraid when he told me. When I understood his concern, I smiled and suggested, "If you are afraid of being implicated, you can exclude me from the school. Then what I do will have nothing to do with the school. If you don't want to do that, please believe that what I said is the truth." As a result, the head master, who knew the truth, helped me whenever I stood up to the pressure from the township. He has not come to speak to me since then. Whenever I had a chance, however, I told him the truth about Dafa. My Chinese language teacher smiled and told me, "You are truly a stubborn little boy in our school." Since then, whatever happened, and whoever came to harass me, the school stood up to them for me.

My family has still been harassed. The head of the village often came with other people to harass my family. I spoke out and condemned them for their actions. Then they came less frequently.

Although the school and the village have brought much trouble to us as Falun Gong practitioners, we believe in Master, and believe that our choice is right. We have been steadfast year after year, until I have became a senior high student.

The above is a bit of what I experienced. I am not mature enough in many ways, and I have not done well in some areas; but I feel that I broke through with righteous thoughts each time. I come closer and closer to Master each time. I must not forget with righteous thoughts and righteous actions, to go home with Master.