Last night, by chance I ran into more than ten Dafa practitioners who said that there were many practitioners from other regions coming to Beijing. They said that in some regions, everyone who could come out had left home to come to Beijing. They had printed many horizontally scrolled banners, at great risk to their lives. I took a few with the large characters "Zhen-Shan-Ren" ("Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance") on them. They were beautiful. Those fellow practitioners said: "These banners were made with great effort, be sure to have them have an impact." I gave some to the practitioners who were going to Tiananmen Square, and I still had three banners left at the end. I wanted to go to Tiananmen Square, too, but not all three banners would be put to use if I did, so I decided to hang up all three of them. First I went to a highway cross bridge. The sky was overcast, with heavy dark clouds and not a single ray of sunshine. I hung the banner and quickly left. When I looked back from a distance, the large bright yellow and red characters were glistening like the sun, the radiance cutting through the heavens and the earth.
Then I came to the side of a highway, and hung the second banner. It started to rain a little. I was worried that the banner would get wet (later I learned that the police had just started brutally beating Dafa practitioners on Tiananmen Square at that time), but then I thought it was still important to let people see these three characters Zhen-Shan-Ren. Their thought upon seeing these characters could decide their future. I prayed to the gods to protect this banner for the sake of all sentient beings. Just as expected, when I finished hanging the banner, the rain stopped.
Just then, I saw some police vehicles passing by with sirens blaring, some packed with people inside. Obviously those were Dafa practitioners. I pressed my hands together (heshi) towards them in my heart. There were police cars rushing with sirens in the direction of the banner. From the harsh sound, I heard fear and weakness. I thought, what the evil really fears is precisely Zhen-Shan-Ren, whose radiance shines throughout the universe and the evil will have no place to escape. That is why it is afraid of seeing these three characters, and why it is also afraid to let others see these three characters.
In the end, I found another highway cross-bridge and hung the last banner on top, high above. At this point, the sun came out from behind the thick, dark clouds and illuminated every corner of the land. I left without looking back. Behind me, there suddenly sounded some harsh, ear-piercing sirens. I didn't stop. Silently, my heart was filled with peace and joy. I pressed my hands together for Master as I was walking, thanking Master for teaching the Dafa to sentient beings. The siren was still sounding, and I knew, their end was coming.
On the way back, I handed out some Dafa materials and finished another day as a Dafa practitioner with contentment in my heart.
A Practitioner from China October 1st, 2000
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