(Minghui.org) I grew up in a poor family, and we often lacked enough food to eat. In June 1964, I had turned 12 years old. My hometown experienced a big flood at that time, which washed away our house. I had to stay at my grandmother’s house a mile away. Every day I had to walk back home with my father carrying stones, so we had enough stones to rebuild the house in the fall. My home was in the mountain area, which made it very difficult to walk, especially for a young girl. I also had to carry the stones.
In the fall, my father and I started rebuilding the house. We used a cart to bring in soil, resulting in many wounds on our shoulders. The following year, I started working in the village production team, and continued doing it for seven years. At the age of 20, my mother told me, “I have found a husband for you. He is a soldier, seven years older than you. His home is more than 500 miles away so you would be able to leave this area.” When I told her that I did not want to get married, she replied, “Sooner or later your three sisters will have to marry, which will make our life easier. Your brother is 27, but still can’t find a wife since we are poor.” After hearing about my mother’s struggles, I kept silent. But I was very sad.
After I got married, my mother-in-law looked down on me and made my life difficult. My husband always sided with her. He also beat and scolded me. I endured it day by day for the sake of my children.
Practicing Falun Dafa Was a Great Blessing
The most unforgettable day in my life was November 18, 1997. A relative stayed at my home for the night and introduced Falun Dafa to me. I was very excited, since my grandmother told me when I was a child that people would be rewarded when doing good deeds and receive retribution for doing bad deeds. She also said, “In the future, heaven will eliminate bad people. You are at an age that you can witness it.” I believed Falun Dafa must be the practice my grandmother mentioned. I made up my mind to practice Falun Dafa and return to my original true self, no matter what hardships I may have to endure.
I found a Dafa practice site two days later at the train station. A Dafa practitioner asked me if I had any illnesses. I told her I just want to cultivate Dafa. We started the group exercises at 3 a.m in the winter. It was cold and dark, and my home was far away. But, I was not afraid to go there at that time. I was determined to practice it every day and truly cherished this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Master Saved Me Twice from Persecution
Since the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began the persecution of Falun Dafa in 1999, the authorities in my village kept harassing me day and night. They did not allow me to go out, fearing that I may connect with other practitioners or travel to Beijing to appeal for Dafa.
I broke through all the obstacles and went to Tiananmen Square in Beijing. I was arrested and held for 46 days at the detention center in my hometown, before being taken to Wanjia Forced Labor Camp. My family was not notified until nine months later, after my son repeatedly inquired to the local 610 Office of my whereabouts. My son wanted to visit me, but his request was denied by the labor camp, simply because he refused to slander Falun Dafa.
The labor camp used cruel tortures to force practitioners to renounce their belief. I lost consciousness in July 2001 due to brutal torture. The guards thought I was dying and planned to dispose of me. Fortunately, I regained consciousness. I knew Master saved me. It happened again that I went unconscious during torture, but Master saved me again. I refused to cooperate with the authorities, and no matter what tricks they used they could not force me to give up my belief.
Clarifying the Truth
I was released from the labor camp in November 2001 and soon started clarifying the truth to the public. One night, I went along the streets to distribute truth-clarification booklets and was spotted by a tall guy, who grabbed me and asked who I was. I calmly told him I am a god. He stared at me for a moment, then walked away. This is truly like what Master said, “When disciples have ample righteous thoughts, Master has the power to turn the tide.” (“The Master-Disciple Bond”, Hong Yin II). Master’s encouragement strengthened my righteous thoughts and helped me overcome my fear.
I went to the East Village in February 2002 to distribute truth-clarification materials and noticed a police car had stopped not far from me. I quietly retreated to the cornfield to wait for the car to leave. However, it didn’t leave. It was suffocating in the cornfield as there was no wind. I thought to myself that it would be nice with a breeze. All of sudden the wind began to blow. Seeing the police car had no intention of leaving anytime soon, I decided not to waste any more time. I calmly walked out of the cornfield, walked around the car and went to the main road. I entered the village and completed what I planned to do.
I went to a village 10 miles away to distribute calendars, with information about Dafa on them, in November 2006. On my way there I met a man and started telling him about Falun Dafa. He told me he had vasculitis, which could not be cured, and he could not afford the treatment either. He had been unable to work for a while. I told him about the book Zhuan Falun}, which explained the reasons why people get sick, and that if they align with the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance and strive to be good people, they will benefit from this. I also told him not to be deceived by CCPs lies. He agreed, and told me he never joined any of the CCP’s organizations. I told him to sincerely recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” He kept nodding in agreement. I gave him a calendar that he happily accepted.
I went to the same village the following year to distribute more calendars, and happened to see him again. He looked completely different from the last time I saw him. He told me excitedly, “I am full of energy now and I can work again. My family bought six acres of land. After paying off the debt and covering our living expenses for the year, I can still earn 600 yuan per acre. I am very grateful to Falun Dafa!” I met him again in late 2022. He told me he recited “Falun Dafa is good” every day. He did not get infected with the CCP virus during the pandemic and his family had remained safe as well.
I went to the West Village to distribute calendars on December 25, 2023. I entered a house and saw an elderly man lying on the bed. He told me he could not eat and vomited everything he ate. I asked whether he was being treated, and was told the hospital refused to admit him. I asked if he would accept a gift from me, a truth-clarification calendar. He agreed. I briefly introduced Falun Dafa to him and explained that he would be blessed if he earnestly recites “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I also encouraged him to read the content in the calendar. He agreed.
Half a month later, I visited the man again. He told me, “The magic verse really works. I sincerely recited it for three days and then I could eat porridge. Soon after, I could eat some meat. For the past half month, I’ve eaten steamed buns and eggs. Falun Dafa is really magical! I am very grateful to Dafa and will continue reciting the magic phrase ‘Falun Dafa is good.’”
Opposing the Persecution with Righteous Thoughts
I make a living by selling seeds, which allows me to travel around to clarify the truth. I rode my bicycle carrying two large bags of seeds to the West Village to sell in 2008 and used the opportunity to tell people about Falun Dafa.
The Party secretary of West Village drove over. He got out of the car and pushed down my bicycle, which caused the seeds to scatter all over the ground. He grabbed my arm and tried to take me away. I explained the truth of Falun Dafa, but he refused to listen. Many villagers surrounded us, and one said, “Why did an official scatter the old lady’s seeds all over the ground? It is outrageous!” Hearing this, he let me go and walked away.
I thought to myself, “I cultivate the most righteous Fa.” So I decided to file a complaint with the township government. I gathered up the seeds and went to the government building. When I arrived, I asked loudly, “Who is in charge of overseeing these officials?” No one responded.
I raised my voice again, “The Communist Party has raised a group of bandits who rob people on the road in broad daylight. Some official tore my bag, stole my wallet and dumped my seeds on the ground.” An official reminded me to be mindful about my identity, implying that a Falun Dafa practitioner like me should not come here to complain. I told him righteously, “I cultivate Falun Dafa and strive to be a good person. There is nothing wrong with that. Your colleagues rob people on the road and are bad people. [Former CCP leader] Jiang Zemin persecuted Falun Dafa. One day when the truth is revealed and justice is restored, you will all be held accountable for your crimes.” None of them spoke.
Fellow Practitioners Are Our Family
A female teacher started working at the primary school in my village in 2008. A practitioner later told me that the teacher was a young female practitioner who rented a place from a non-practitioner family. It was not convenient for her to study the Fa and do the exercises there, so the practitioner asked if she could stay with me. I agreed, and she stayed at my home for over two years. We studied the Fa, did the exercises, and distributed informational materials together. I treated her like a family member. Although I did not cook meat, I prepared other delicious dishes for her.
The country was under lockdown due to the CCP virus and people were strictly controlled and confined to their homes in 2022. A couple of practitioners from another city had their material production site destroyed by the police. They managed to escape danger and came to my village. But they could not enter due to the lockdown.
When I learned of the situation, I rode my bicycle over ten miles to pick them up. I was familiar with all the checkpoints, and brought them home that night safely.
During the day, I locked the door and went out to clarify the truth. When I returned, they had already prepared the meal. We lived together, ate together, studied the Fa, shared cultivation experiences and did the exercises together for over a month.
Our fellow practitioners come together because of Dafa. We are not family by blood, but we are better than family. We have formed the sacred bond through our shared commitment to Dafa and our mission to save sentient beings.
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