Young Practitioner: I Went to Tiananmen Square and Cried Out for All to Hear "Falun Dafa Is Good"

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I am 13 years old and have been practising Falun Gong for six years. My mum, my grandmother, my uncle and his wife, and I all started practising Falun Gong together six years ago. Our entire family was very harmonious. We usually went out on weekends to promote Falun Gong and demonstrate the exercises. Even when other kids were curious and gathered around me to watch, I didn't feel shy at all.

On July 20th, 1999, when the crackdown on Falun Dafa officially began, some fellow practitioners went to the local government to appeal, and others went to Beijing. One after another they were all arrested, and I wondered what I, too, could do. On my way to and from school, whenever I had a chance, I would shout to pedestrians, "Falun Dafa is good!" Some people looked away, but others smiled and nodded back at me.

During that time, I always carried a wish deep in my heart to go to Beijing to validate Falun Dafa there. I wanted to go to Tiananmen Square and say out loud, where everyone could hear me, "Falun Dafa is good!" My mom supported me in my secret wish. When I enrolled in a summer camp in Beijing, an opportunity arose. My dad, who doesn't practise Falun Gong, said that he had spent the money for this to encourage me to study hard from now on, but in my heart I knew that this was really an opportunity that Teacher had arranged for me.

In Beijing, during a flag raising ceremony in Tiananmen Square, I called out for all to hear, "Falun Dafa is good!" After the ceremony, I felt that I should let even more people know, so I turned and ran towards the people walking in the square, shouting, "Falun Dafa is good!" After a while, the group leader discovered that I wasn't with the team and could not find me. He scolded me when he found me, but I did not hold any grudge against him for that. From then on he arranged for several older students to be with me at all times. What could I do now? I decided to find a way to display the words, "Falun Dafa is good!" at all the scenic spots we visited, including museums, the Great Wall, the China Millennium Monument, etc. I wanted to let as many good-hearted people see the message as possible.

After I returned home, I told my schoolmates the true facts about Falun Dafa. Many of them believed me, but others still had questions. I brought those friends home to let my mom explain to them until they finally all understood.

All my classmates like to play with me, and my teachers say that I am a kind-hearted person with high moral standards. I know that this is because I am a Falun Dafa practitioner. One day after class it was raining, and the light bulb in the school's bicycle shed was burned out. Many students were trying to find their bikes in the dark, and it was a mess. I turned on my bike's headlight so that everyone to see. One after another, they found their bikes and left. By the time I finally unlocked my bike, my headlight battery had died, so I had to ride home very slowly in the dark, and by the time I got there it was very late. Usually if I see a stone on the road, I will stop and move it. Some of my schoolmates do not understand me and even say some things that are not very nice. Even so, I still do whatever is right according to Falun Dafa, and try to consider others first.

One winter day, when my teacher asked me to fill out a Communist Youth League application form, I knew that it was time for me to make a choice. When I got home, my dad said if I didn't fill out the form he wouldn't let me into the house. It was very cold outside, especially since I was standing on a cement floor with bare feet. Standing outside the house, I kept telling myself, "I am a Falun Dafa practitioner. Believing in Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance is right." When my mom found me, she said to me, "You are a good boy!" and we both smiled.

After the so-called "Tiananmen self-immolation" deception occurred, the school forced students to sign statements condemning Falun Gong. At the same time, my mom and other practitioners were holding a hunger strike to protest their illegal imprisonment in the detention centre where they were being held. I didn't know what I could do. When the day came for us to sign our names, both middle school and elementary school students all had to wait in long lines outside in the hot sun. All classes were cancelled during the signature collection. I had already talked with several schoolmates, and we had agreed that we were not going to sign it. When our turns came to sign our names, there was an interruption and we were spared. I knew that Teacher was protecting me and letting me cultivate purely.

After I returned home, my dad told me that we were going to visit my mom in the detention centre. He also asked me to beg my mom to stop her hunger strike by any means possible, including begging her. When we got to the detention centre, I didn't do what my dad had told me to do because I knew it was evil to persecute Falun Dafa and its practitioners. I told my mom to stick it out and that we would never give up cultivation as long as we live. My dad pushed me and whacked me on the head, but he couldn't change what I needed to tell my mom.

Not very long ago, just after some other practitioners were arrested, my dad was nervous and wouldn't let my mom go out, so another young practitioner and I went out to distribute flyers. We left with two full bags and put flyers in stores, on cars, on counters, in restaurants, and wherever else we could find so that we were soon finished. I hoped people will see them and be saved. I always remind myself that I am a Falun Dafa practitioner.

In my class there are still some students who are poisoned by lies. I will keep clarifying the truth about Falun Dafa so that more good people will be saved.

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