I am 37 years old and live in Baishan City, Jilin Province. On December 30, 1999, I went on the journey to Beijing to appeal for Falun Dafa for the second time, with my spouse, my child and two other fellow practitioners.

Since the railway station was monitored by police and they all knew me, we chose to walk along the highway, and thus took a longer route to Beijing. We arrived at the city of Jianchang in Liaoning province on January 4, 2000. When we checked in at a small hotel at night, the local police found us. After we were sent to the local police station, the police interrogated us very rudely. When they learned that we were Falun Dafa practitioners, they started to beat us, and asked us whether or not we came here to contact other people and what activities we planned to hold. When we answered calmly that we didn't mean to contact anyone but were just passing by, they still didn't want to release us. They locked us in different rooms. The person who interrogated me was cursing all the time, bad-mouthing Falun Dafa, Master Li and me. I explained to him with kindness and answered his questions, only in exchange for continuous slaps on my face. At the end I closed my mouth and did not answer anything he asked. They searched me from head to toe. When I saw that they found the contact information of other practitioners, I quickly grabbed it and put it into my mouth. Police were so agitated that they clutched my cheek and tried to force me to spit it out. I quietly chewed it into pieces, while they kept slapping me. Three policemen took turns to beat me and cursed all the time. I looked at them without any hatred.

Whenever a policeman came in he would beat me. After about an hour, probably because they were tired, they all left except one policeman who was to watch me. After a while the policeman walked to another room, leaving me in the room by myself. I thought to myself that this was an opportunity to leave. So I walked out of the main door with ease.

I didn't know how to get to Beijing, yet that was the only place I wanted to go. I knew it was in a southwest direction, so I walked toward that direction. At that time the police car was running on the street, so I headed west following the path along the mountain.

The sun rose. I had been walking for several hours. I asked an old man on the roadside who verified that I was heading in the right direction and on the right route. I felt so warm in my heart and my body was suddenly full of strength. Snow kept falling. There was barely anyone on the street and occasionally a car passed by. I didn't think too much other than the thought that I wanted to go to Beijing. I kept walking until 2pm in the afternoon. I felt hungry. What should I do? Beg for food? Although I was mentally prepared for it, it was still hard for me to do. Eventually when I called up all my courage and knocked on someone's door, the lady of the household only gave me a bowl of cold water. At that time I felt a bit upset. Yet when I walked out of the door, I laughed at myself. Wasn't this like "wandering about" like a monk? What's so bad about being mistreated? The snow fell more heavily and it was dusky all around. I walked on the rugged mountain path, feeling my hair getting wet and frozen. Yet I didn't feel cold.

It turned dark. I wanted to walk over night to a small town where I could trade my winter coat for money. But I was hungry and not sure if I was able to walk on the mountain path for one night. I decided to beg for food. At that time there was a kid playing in the snow on the roadside. He pointed me to a family. I walked in without feeling embarrassed. I told them I was only passing by and got robbed. The hostess welcomed me warmly. She told me to warm myself by a fire, gave me a quilt while warming some food for me. At that time I felt very tired after walking almost twenty hours with only two hours of sleep. I asked if I could sleep in the haystack. The hostess said firmly: "No. How could you think that way? The weather is simply too cold." She discussed with her husband and decided to let me sleep inside. She then said that since I was tired and frozen for the whole day I should sleep on the bed. Lying down in warm quilt, tears came into my eyes.

The next day I told them that I was a Falun Dafa practitioner and wanted to go to Beijing to say a few just words for Falun Dafa. I said I was determined to go there even if I had to beg for food all the way there. They were shocked. After a while they said : "Is Falun Dafa really so good? Is it worth your risking everything and suffering so much?!" I told them the truth about Falun Dafa; they then understood.

The next day I walked until dark. Although it was so windy that sometimes I could barely move, my heart was very peaceful. At night I knocked on one family's door and asked for overnight stay. They eventually agreed. When I got up in the morning, I told them all about myself and my determination to go to Beijing. The old lady was really moved and said: "It seems like Falun Gong is truly a good thing that makes people go appeal for it so sincerely."

It no longer snowed, yet the weather got colder. Everyday I could find a car to give me a ride for some distance, and then I would walk more than 10 miles on the mountain path. When it got dark I could always find a home to stay at. On the afternoon of the fourth day, I felt the blisters on my feet grow bigger. I said to myself: "No matter how big they grew I would still walk." It gradually turned dark. Suddenly I felt the blisters burst under my feet, yet I didn't feel any pain.

Eventually I walked to a place that was only 120 kilometers from Beijing. A truck gave me a ride. When I arrived at Tiananmen Square, it was getting dark.

Finally I was at Tiananmen Square. Here I would use my action to show the world the greatness of Falun Dafa. One more person in this world stood up and testified that Falun Dafa was righteous. I found my fellow practitioners there.