(Minghui.org) I am a Falun Dafa practitioner, sixty-nine years old, living in a small town in Northeast China. I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1997.
In 2002, our local truth-clarification materials production site, which had only recently been established, was destroyed. Three fellow practitioners were sentenced to heavy prison terms. Faced with this, our fellow practitioners showed no fear or retreat. Undeterred, several of us began organizing a new site.
A fellow practitioner rented a small place. At first, in this newly-leased space, we only had one old copy machine—nothing else. One practitioner donated a desktop computer to the materials production site. I sold my necklace, bracelet, and ring to purchase some supplies, enabling the site to begin basic operations. Later, when fellow practitioners learned of this situation, they donated money, enabling the site to function smoothly.
The funds that reached us after much effort were mostly small change—some came from rural practitioners selling eggs or farm produce, while others were pocket money given by their adult children. The practitioners all lived frugally, working together to keep the materials production site operational.
At that time, my monthly salary was just over five hundred yuan. My husband had been laid off, and our child was in school. Despite this, I contributed 100 yuan per month to the site. We had no accountant, no cashier, and no third-party witnesses; fellow practitioners simply relied on hearts as pure as gold, quietly doing what Dafa disciples should do to assist Master in validating the Fa.
For safety reasons, we worked alone, minimizing trips by leaving early in the morning and returning at night. Throughout the day we worked tirelessly, eating only the food we had brought whenever we were hungry. Setting aside personal safety, enduring loneliness, and working tirelessly, we collaborated to maintain the truth-clarification materials production site and ensure its smooth operation.
One thought filled our hearts: to assist Master in validating the Fa, to help people understand the truth, and to rectify the situation. Back then, every street and alley in our area bore the footprints of practitioners validating the Fa.
Every morning after finishing the exercises, eating breakfast, and studying a lecture, I would then head to the site. Whenever I got hungry, I used a rice cooker to cook some instant noodles.
Once, when I ran out of instant noodles, I planned to buy some on my way to the site the next day. Halfway there, I realized I hadn’t brought any money. Rather than waste time by returning home, I continued straight to work and went without food the entire day.
By the time I returned home that evening, I was utterly exhausted, dragging my weary body along the path. Yet, I felt no hardship at all. As a Dafa disciple during the Fa-rectification period, I felt profoundly honored and proud to be able to contribute my meager strength to assisting Master in rectifying the Fa.
Fellow practitioners at the materials production site not only worked tirelessly but also took significant risks to ensure the site’s smooth operation. During that period, a displaced practitioner in our area introduced a technically skilled practitioner from another area, who helped resolve numerous technical issues for us. This practitioner maintained contact with our area for several years. Later, upon hearing that this practitioner had been arrested, those at the site felt uneasy.
One evening, a fellow practitioner was working inside when she suddenly heard a knock at the door. Staying alert, she quietly took the key from her pocket, quickly inserted it into the lock, and gripped it tightly. Holding her breath, she remained perfectly still. After knocking for some time without a response, the person outside likely assumed the room was empty and left.
At that moment, the practitioner sensed someone attempting to pick the lock. After several unsuccessful attempts, the person gave up and left. Once she was certain the danger had passed, the practitioner hurried downstairs, located a fellow practitioner’s car, and safely transferred the site’s contents overnight. As a result, neither the Falun Dafa resources nor the practitioners suffered any loss.
Our fellow practitioners, including those at the truth-clarification materials production site, are wholeheartedly safeguarding this precious location. One female practitioner was arrested while distributing materials. Despite intense pressure from the police to reveal the source of the materials, she steadfastly refused, even in the face of torture. Through her own suffering, she protected the site and upheld Dafa. Later, she was sentenced to a labor camp, where, she refused to “transform,” enduring immense hardship.
Several years later, a practitioner responsible for procuring supplies at the site was followed by the police, the site was raided, and two practitioners were sentenced to heavy prison terms. To curry favor, provincial authorities designated this incident as a “major case” and “priority case.” Instantly, the entire small town felt as if dark clouds hung overhead, and the air was thick with tension that made it hard to breathe.
During this challenging time, a fellow practitioner approached one of us who worked at the site and said, “With practitioners facing trouble and the site destroyed, we cannot be without one. If I can be of use, I’ll step up.” This sincere and selfless attitude reflects the character forged by Dafa! Thanks to the careful planning of fellow practitioners, the truth-clarification materials production site was quietly reestablished.
During the pandemic, another large-scale arrest of Falun Dafa practitioners took place in our area. I was forced into displacement and temporarily stayed in an empty building belonging to a fellow practitioner.
During this time, pandemic controls steadily intensified. Loudspeakers blared throughout the streets from morning to night, forbidding residents from leaving their homes, and imposing strict requirements for any necessary outings. Every residential community also issued daily announcements demanding that residents bring their ID cards for nucleic acid testing, sometimes requiring two tests per day.
I hadn’t taken a single nucleic acid test, yet my heart pounded with anxiety. I lived on the second floor. One day, someone downstairs shouted, “Come downstairs for nucleic acid testing.” What I heard was: “Second floor, nucleic acid testing.” Hearing that cry made me even more nervous—had they discovered I hadn’t taken the test? My mind started racing: If that’s the case, what should I do? If it’s like that, how should I handle it?
The shouting downstairs persisted for quite some before finally stopping. Later that afternoon, someone knocked on my door. I peered through the peephole, and saw an unfamiliar woman standing there. I didn’t open the door, and eventually she left. For the remainder of the afternoon, I didn’t dare make a sound or go near the window.
Sensing that something was amiss, I strengthened my righteous thoughts. For several days, I dedicated myself exclusively to studying the Fa and sending forth righteous thoughts. However, when a fellow practitioner requested materials, I felt uneasy once more—should I help or not?
At this time, every residential complex was under strict lockdown, requiring nucleic acid test results for entry and exit. If I came out, I feared it would put me in danger. But if I didn’t act, I felt uneasy—at such a critical moment, prioritizing my own safety over fulfilling my duties as a Dafa disciple left me with a bitter taste in my mouth.
I approached Master’s portrait, gazing at him as I silently asked, ‘Master, what should I do?’ As I stared, a thought suddenly welled up from my heart: creating materials for fellow practitioners is my responsibility, my mission. At this critical time, fellow practitioners are focused on saving lives—how precious that is. I steeled my resolve: If fellow practitioners dare to ask, I dare to act. And so, I stepped out of my place to make materials.
The moment I stepped out, I felt a sense of vastness and immensity, and evil seemed far away. I arrived at the site smoothly and completed making the truth-clarification materials. That night, I had a vivid dream: A brightly lit, wide road stretched out before me, lined with rows of peach trees laden with fruit, their branches weighed down with enormous peaches, some as big as bowls. A person sat guarding the trees. As I drew near, a peach appeared in my hand. Upon waking, I understood—I had made the right choice. This was Master encouraging me. The figure under the tree was Master, quietly watching over his disciple.
Later, another fellow practitioner requested materials. Normally, I only handle production while someone else delivers them. However, this time the request was urgent and the delivery person was not aware. To avoid delaying the practitioner’s efforts to save others, I personally delivered the completed materials to them.
Due to the pandemic, the streets were eerily deserted—only patrol cars and people wearing armbands could be seen. In such circumstances, even being out alone could cause problems, let alone transporting materials. But at that moment, I couldn’t afford hesitation. Pedaling my bicycle down the empty road, my mind was fixed solely on getting the materials to fellow practitioners as quickly as possible, so there would be no delay in saving lives.
When I arrived at the residential complex, no one was on duty. I quickly went upstairs and handed the materials to my fellow practitioner, who was pleasantly surprised to see me. In truth, Master arranges everything perfectly; it’s up to us how we walk the path.
The fellow practitioners working at the site all contributed selflessly, seeking no reward, each disciplined in their own way. They receive no wages, no compensation—only the act of giving, the sense of responsibility, and the extraordinary honor of assisting Master in rectifying the Fa. Through their tireless efforts, they fulfill their mission, honor their vows, and do their utmost to save the sentient beings in this region.
Many years have passed, and the truth-clarification materials production site has journeyed through the seasons alongside fellow practitioners. Today, it still stands steadfast and proud in this small town, bearing witness to the path that Dafa disciples have walked.
(Selected Submissions for the 22nd China Fa Conference on Minghui.org)