The Distant Call Engraved in My Heart

(Minghui.org) I started to practice Falun Dafa (also called Falun Gong) before 1999. During the early years of the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) persecution of Falun Dafa, we did not have truth clarification materials. A practitioner wrote a letter explaining the truth about Dafa, and we placed carbon paper under the draft paper and copied the letter by hand. We could make three copies each time. We then inserted the letters into envelopes and distributed them to the public.

We also bought colored paper and hand wrote sentences such as “Falun Dafa is good,” “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” “Restore Master Li’s innocence,” and “Restore Falun Dafa’s innocence,” and we posted them around town. We made brine paste by mixing in some salt, so it wouldn’t freeze in the winter. It was a good method used by some of the elderly practitioners, as the paste was so strong that the stickers were hard to take off.

During those years, for every Chinese New Year’s Eve, all practitioners in my village would send righteous thoughts together, then go out to distribute prepared truth clarification materials before returning to home to cook holiday meals. We were divided into groups, and each group was in charge of certain areas. The group coordinators and elderly practitioners would only go back home after every practitioner returned safely. We had been doing this for many years until we started to talk to people face-to-face.

There were more than 20 practitioners in my village, and almost everyone suffered directly under the CCP’s persecution. One male practitioner was illegally sentenced to three years of forced labor, and two female practitioners were sentenced to two years. Many practitioners were detained between 2 weeks and 45 days, and some were detained multiple times. Some were fined, and some were brutally tortured. A female practitioner was kicked so hard that she could not stand up.

In October 1999, I was reported while distributing pamphlets and detained for 45 days. I was kicked and had bruises all over my body. My husband’s brother asked his brother-in-law, who was the director of a police station, to urge the detention center to release me. I had always been taking care of my mother-in-law, and no one could help her after I was detained.

At the time, the police would not release any practitioner unless they put in writing that they quit practicing Falun Dafa and slandered Master. I refused to do so. The police did not want to offend my husband’s in-law, so they told me they would release me as soon as I wrote down “I won’t practice.”

“I’m not going to write that,” I said firmly. “I will continue to practice.”

The police said that if I did not write the three words in Chinese, “I won’t practice,” they would fine me 100 yuan for each word. My husband gave 300 yuan to the police, and I was allowed to go home.

One day, as I sat in the double-lotus (legs crossed) position reading Zhuan Falun, my husband came over and pulled my legs down. I moved them back, and he pulled them off again. I got anxious and said: “Everyone has their own preferences. You like smoking and drinking, and I like practicing cultivation.”

My husband sobbed. “I’m not stopping you from reading, but please go to a corner and read. So many people are passing on this street. If someone sees you reading, you’ll get punished and fined again.”

I was stunned for a moment, then recalled I had already been fined three times. My husband’s salary was only a few thousand yuan a year at that time.

Come to think about it, my husband had sacrificed a lot during those years. Each time when I was persecuted, he had to take care of the family, especially an elderly mother-in-law and our young son. Despite the tremendous pressure, he never stopped me from practicing.

When I was arrested, an officer once told my husband: “I will give you money to buy a bottle of alcohol. You can drink it and then beat up your wife.”

“My wife has not done anything bad,” my husband replied. “She treats my mother really well. I’m not rich, yet she lives with me without complaints. We have a son, and were able to build five spacious houses. I wouldn’t lift a finger to harm or insult her!” The policeman went silent.

When I started to clarify the truth to people face-to-face, my husband was very worried. I comforted him by saying, “Don’t worry. I have my Master to protect me, and I’ll be fine. I’m no longer the reckless person I used to be, and I’m no longer a naive little wife. I’m a mature, rational Dafa disciple.”

I often shared with my husband the joy of seeing people understand the truth about Dafa. He enjoyed listening my stories.

My family had four generations living together. I had a mother-in-law, and I, myself, also became a mother-in-law. My elderly mother-in-law loved porridge. She wanted porridge for every meal, so I cooked it for her every time. My daughter-in-law said that I spoiled my mother-in-law too much. I explained that, in traditional culture, filial piety (family devotion) is one of the most important virtues, and that being kind to others is being kind to one’s own future.

My daughter-in-law was very kind, and she integrated into our large family well. She and my son quit the CCP a long time ago. She has read Zhuan Falun and sometimes helped me talk to people about Dafa when we went out together.

In the fall of 2003, I rode an electric tricycle to harvest sorghum. There was a lot of dew in the morning, and the grass on the edge of the field was slippery. When I was backing up, the vehicle lost balance and fell into a five-meter deep ditch. As I was falling, I yelled out, “Master please save me!” My mind then went blank.

When I regained my senses, I saw the tricycle was stuck in the middle of the ditch by a small tree, while I was standing right next to it. I had no idea how I got off the tricycle, but I knew it was Master who protected me!

I’m so grateful for Master’s compassionate salvation! He pulled me out from hell, cleansed me, removed me from the cycle of reincarnation within the Three Realms, and leads me to the path home. I am grateful forever and ever! Just like a fellow practitioner said in a Minghui article, “If I were to choose again, I would still choose to be Master’s disciple.”

I clearly remember a scene when I just started to practice Falun Dafa. I was doing the meditation exercise with other practitioners. After I entered a tranquil state, a voice, coming from the depths of the great firmament, like an electric wave, reached my ears: “Come... back... my... child...”

This voice was so compassionate and merciful, it stirred me deeply. It was Master calling a disciple’s true self to not get lost in the hustle and bustle of the mortal world. This voice is forever engraved in my heart.

I told other practitioners what happened, and everyone was touched. I cried uncontrollably, like someone who had been wandering around in the world for a long time and finally found their way home.

I began to practice Dafa when I was 30, and I’m now 60. Thirty years have passed, with many ups and downs. Every single step of mine was protected by Master. There are no words that can possibly express my gratitude for Master! Thank you Master! I also want to thank all practitioners and kind people who have helped me during tribulations. I will continue to do the three things well, and cultivate diligently along with fellow practitioners so we can return to our true homes.