April 8, 2003
(Clearwisdom.Net)
I'm 23 years old and started to practice Falun Dafa in 1998. I graduated from an art school for children's education. I was a daycare teacher for infants and small children. After July 20, 1999, I bicycled and took a train to Beijing to appeal peacefully three times. Because of that, I have been unjustly arrested, fined, detained, tortured and even forced to jump from a tall building. They also confiscated my Falun Dafa books. Even now I am forced to stay away from my home to avoid persecution and illegal arrest.
I started practicing Falun Dafa when I was in school on December 4, 1998. Falun Dafa has allowed me to understand that the true meaning of life is to go back to our true selves. At the beginning of 1999, I obtained an internship in the City Government Daycare. During that time, I did things according to the standard of a Falun Dafa practitioner and always thought of others first. I always look within myself when something bad happens. My behavior won good evaluations from the leaders of the Daycare center and the children loved me. In the end, I became an employee at the Daycare center after my internship was over. My parents were very happy when they saw the benefits that came from learning Falun Dafa. After my father read Zhuan Falun, not only did he learn the exercises, but he also bought many Zhuan Falun books to send to his friends and relatives. Besides reading Falun Dafa books, my father also often read Zhuan Falun to my grandmother. Thus, no matter whether it was in the workplace or in my everyday life, I could truly feel the peace and compassion of Dafa.
However, this peace was completely destroyed when Jiang's criminal regime used various media to slander Dafa and spread rumors, and beginning on July 20, 1999, when he used military, police and spies to persecute Falun Gong. Overwhelming lies have confused the people of the world, and my family, relatives, friends, coworkers and superiors in my working unit were no exception. They talked to me one after another and tried everything to have me give up practicing. I always broke through the lies. One time my Daycare was holding a staff meeting to pass on information from above. They announced that no staff member could practice Falun Gong and forced all of us to state our position toward the practice. In order to keep others from being deceived, I stood up first and told everyone in a serious manner that I was a Falun Dafa practitioner, and that all the reports from the media in China were lies to deceive the world. Just this one sentence made them end the meeting hastily.
Since July 20, 1999, we lost a legal cultivation environment. Since there was nowhere for us to appeal, some practitioners went to Beijing to peacefully appeal. In order not to delay the classes of the children in my Daycare, I wanted to resign. But the Daycare instead approved a long vacation for me. We learned from other practitioners that all the channels to appeal in Beijing had been blocked. Police were checking trains and buses. So I decided to go to Beijing by bicycle. Other practitioners were a little worried about me, a 19-year-old girl, riding a bike all by myself to Beijing. But I thought, "I am a Falun Dafa disciple," and this thought cleared away all the worries.
I quickly prepared my luggage. That day was August 26, 1999. It was very hot in August. All of my skin that was exposed under the sun became red, swollen and burnt. I became very dark. Everyday I rode about 200 kilometers. My body was hurting all over, especially the parts directly touching the bike, which were covered with blood blisters due to rubbing. I set my schedule, and decided not to rest until I arrived at the planned destination each day. One time, it was dark, and I was tired and sleepy. I didn't see a single family on the road. I felt my body was so exhausted that it seemed to reach its limit, so I put aside my bike, laid on the ground, and eventually fell asleep. Then a truck passed by quickly and woke me up. I then noticed I was lying in the middle of the road, but the truck hadn't hit me. I thought of Teacher. Throughout my entire trip there Teacher was taking care of me. My bike broke down near a bike-repairman, kind people asked me to stay at their home before a storm, and a middle-aged man told me the details of the routes to Beijing before I lost my map. Everything was surrounded by Teacher's magnificent mercy. I forgot all about my tiredness and pain and just wanted to tell the government and the people of the world the truth.
The first time I went to Beijing, I spent seven days biking to Qinhuangdao City. Then I took a train the rest of the way. After I arrived in Beijing, it was hard to find a way to appeal. No officials in the Appeals Office were meeting with people. Tiananmen Square and the People's Assembly Hall were full of plainclothes and uniformed policemen who were trying to arrest Falun Dafa practitioners. Several days later, two practitioners from the south and I went to the Appeals Office. All three of us were interrogated. The other two practitioners were taken away by their local police very quickly because of their accent. Since I've learned Mandarin, the police could not tell where I was from. Confronted with their unreasonable harassment, I thought, I should not be taken away by the evil. I felt I should leave there. With the wisdom I obtained from Dafa I got away magnificently.
However, it was very hard for Falun Dafa practitioners to find a place to stay in Beijing. There were all sorts of searches and checkpoints. I did not have a stable location and had to eat in the wind and sleep in the dew. Later, because I did not have a temporary living certificate, police arrested me and sent me to the office of my province in Beijing. Soon after, another two practitioners and I were sent back to my residence. On the way, I saw an opportunity when the train arrived at Changchun Station in the dark gray morning, so I jumped off the train. At that moment I heard the sound of walkie-talkies everywhere. The police on duty searched for me with flashlights, but I got away right in front of their eyes several times. I didn't stop for a minute and climbed onto a cargo train which was heading toward Beijing. This train did not reach Beijing directly and so I switched cargo trains three times. During that time, I encountered bad people, who attempted to rape me. I also met a little bandit, who tried to capture me. But I always escaped disaster with Teacher's help. After about four days I again arrived in Beijing and met many practitioners. Through experience sharing we realized that even though we could not appeal, as Falun Dafa practitioners in Beijing we formed a wave of righteous power that could shake the evil. We also used all kinds of opportunities to clarify the truth to people and expose the evil.
In October 1999, Jiang's criminal regime escalated the persecution of Falun Gong. Therefore I went to Tiananmen Square to practice Falun Gong with dignity. The police were very vicious. They grabbed me and put me in a police van. Because many practitioners were arrested that day, later they gathered us in the Fengtai Sports Field. While there I realized that as Falun Dafa disciples we should not cooperate with the evil and that I should verify Dafa no matter where I was. So I stood up to practice Falun Dafa exercises. Four or five police officers rushed at me and beat me up. I was knocked to the ground. Later, my hands were handcuffed and the police tortured me. During the night they handcuffed me to a chair, where they unjustly searched our bodies and took away our money. After I came back home, because I refused to sign the "pledge" to not practice Falun Gong, they illegally detained me for fifteen days. During this time, the police also took 500 yuan [500 yuan is the average monthly salary of an urban Chinese worker] from me and they also extorted a travel fee from my mother. The total amount was 850 yuan. The police have also tried to extort several thousands yuan from my parents, but my parents firmly refused them. After I was released from the detention center, the street office and police frequently came to harass my family. They wanted to send me to a brainwashing class, but eventually failed.
While at home, I became confused by the theories of the people who had enlightened along an evil path and I turned in some of my Falun Dafa books. This is something a Dafa disciple should never do. After my mind became clear, I could not stop feeling regretful in my mind. It was the compassionate Teacher who woke me up again and let me rectify myself again and join the magnificent wave of Fa-rectification.
At the end of December, I got on the train to Beijing with truth-clarifying materials. Not long after I arrived in Beijing, police tracked me down and soon a police car stopped next to me. Several police got out of the car and started to drag me into the car without any explanation. I grabbed the car door with all my strength and refused to get into the car. We stayed like that for a long time. This was also to let the people who were watching see clearly how this group of so-called "the people's police" treated those compassionate, innocent Falun Dafa disciples. This was also to expose their ugly conduct. These police officers dragged, pulled, flung, carried and used various other means to fully "reveal themselves," and they finally got me into the car. A policewoman kicked my face twice with great force. A policeman clutched my neck hard and ferociously said, "Believe it or not, I can suffocate you!" I could barely breathe, and I said in a weak voice with righteousness, "Stop your crimes now!" The police loosened my neck. Later they sent us to the police station and took advantage of all sorts of methods and threats, being forceful and deceptive, in order to force us to tell them our names and addresses so that they could send us back. On December 25, 2000 I was sent to the office of my province in Beijing for the third time. This time we were not detained in the basement but on the 8th floor, where I met many practitioners. We enlightened that we should not be detained there. We needed to verify Dafa and clarify the truth. So we threw water on the sheets and made a long rope. We tied the "rope" onto the steel bar of the window. We pulled hard, and bent and broke the steel bar on the window. Then we tied the string onto the heating pipe, and we let the other end down the side of the building. Although all of us received some injuries, we still left successfully.
In my city, the police have spent a lot of manpower and money in trying to catch me. My parents have been under surveillance. They also forced my parents to switch their registered permanent residence to other places several times. Now I've been away from home for over two years.
Recalling my path of cultivation during the Fa-rectification period of these four years, I have gone from a soft, weak girl to a firm Falun Dafa practitioner. Although there was a time when I went astray, I rectified myself with the great and compassionate Teacher's hints. During the disaster of the past four years, not only haven't I fallen down, but I have gradually cultivated to the level where I can contribute everything for the sentient beings in the cosmos.