In June 2003, several police officers rushed into my house, asking me to go to the police station to clear up some misunderstanding. I knew that this is one of their common tricks to trap Dafa practitioners. So I told them that I wanted to talk right here in my home but they insisted on taking me along and I was taken to the police station against my will.

When we arrived there, I saw that several of my fellow practitioners had been hauled in ahead of me. The police tried to force us to write a "guarantee statement "(breaking with Dafa) and seal it with fingerprints. I firmly refused to cooperate, and hinted that the other practitioners should do the same. As a result, the police dragged me to the second floor to isolate me with two police officers watching me. I patiently tried to explain the true situation of Falun Gong to them. They said helplessly that they were only executing orders of their superiors and that they would lose their jobs if they did not do as told. They further told me that I could go home if I just signed the guarantee statement. However, I firmly answered that I was convinced that Falun Dafa is good. They then told me that I could just write down that Falun Dafa is good, which I did, signing my name. I was in fact released and did not realize until afterwards that I had fallen into their snare. I gave them the illusion that the persecution is effective. The sensible countermeasure would have been just do to nothing. After all, they had no reason to force me to do anything.

Later they took me to my place of work by car, ransacked my desk, and took me back to the police station. They then forced me into the criminal detention system. I asked them: "Do you have any reason to arrest and detain me? You are acting just like hoodlums!" Thus I was sent to the detention center for the third time.

In the detention center, I firmly refused to cooperate with them, but took the chance to explain the truth about Falun Gong to the criminals and guards, exposed how I was arrested, and talked about the beauty of Dafa. During the night I carefully looked inwards to see why I was persecuted again. I concluded that when I validated the Fa to the police, I had some lingering anger. I was validating the Fa from a human standpoint instead of from within the Fa. Thus, my loopholes were exploited. I realized it clearly and I silently determined to correct my attitude, to harmonize with "Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance," the universal Dafa, to follow Teacher's instruction, and judge myself by the standards of Dafa at all times. I said to myself: "Now that I'm here, I will not even worry about going home. I will stay here to validate the Fa. It is my responsibility to save sentient beings herein this place." I recited Teacher's article True Nature Revealed and A Righteous God:

Several days later I started a hunger strike to protest the persecution. I continued to clarify the truth, spread the principle of being a good person, and tell the cultivation story about how a stone lion's eyes became red. The criminals all listened carefully, and stayed close to me.

One day the police suddenly told me that my family members had come to see me. I got to see my wife, my elderly mother, and my young grandson. Weeping, my mother and wife tried to persuade me to write the "gurantee statement" so I could go home. I patiently explained how a true cultivator should behave. When they understood that I would not change my mind, they told my grandson to hug me. I immediately thought of Teacher's instruction that during cultivation, we should abandon fame, gain and emotion. Every attachment is a rope holding back your law boat. My grandson said: "Grandpa's beard has grown long." He was very affectionate and I really did not feel good about it. The feeling gouged my heart and penetrated me to the bone. I warned myself that I must persist in my belief. The chance to cultivate is so precious. How could I give up when I come across a tribulation? Moreover, my cultivation not only affects myself.

During this tribulation, I recalled Teacher's Fa "just by having your heart unaffected you will be able to handle all situations." (Eliminate Your Last Attachment(s)) So I genially persuaded them to go home and asked my wife to look after my mother well. At the moment I got up to leave, my grandson hugged my leg and cried. I immediately embraced him and said: "Do not cry. Be a good boy! What Grandpa is doing is something very important and grand. Do what grandma tells you. When I'm done with my important task I will come home to play with you." My grandson returned to his grandma obediently. They longingly watched me walk from their view, and then went home. Later I realized that I behaved righteously and that I did the right thing for myself, my family members, and Dafa.

One night I had a dream where a shadowy figure threw a big snake upon me. The snake opened its big mouth and pounced at me. I hurriedly pushed it away and cried: "Master, help me!" But the snake still quickly brushed my neck twice. I soon woke up and realized that I would probably have to face more trouble. At noon on the next day, two ill-intentioned officials , one from the local "610 Office" came to visit me.

At that time, I was still on a hunger strike. One of them said to me: "I learned that you have repented." I responded: "What repentence are you talking about? I don't understand at all." The other one hysterically shrieked at me: "Will you break away from Falun Gong? Will you break away from Falun Gong?" Since he was short, he jumped up high when he was furious. He was nearly incoherent and seemed ridiculous to me. I firmly answered: "I really do not understand you." They said in exasperation: "Then you will be sent to a labor camp." I respond resolutely: "What you said means nothing to me. Only my Teacher's words count." They slipped away shamefacedly.

Several days later a friend came to see me and bought me 100 yuan's worth of meal tickets. I didn't feel right to receive this benefit. I gave the ticket to the head of the cell and said: "Here, you take it. Now that I am here, I am committed to cultivate in this tough environment, but I have a request. Would you please buy some bread for our female practitioners? Their situation is really hard." He answered: "Sure. I will definitely do that. But you also need to eat something. If not, I cannot take the tickets." This happened nine days after I went on hunger strike, and I resumed eating.

One day my boss and colleagues came to persuade me to give up Dafa and tell me about my family's situation. They told me that if I persisted, I would likely lose my job. I told them that my cultivation is not connected with my job or the government. The government is persecuting human rights and compassion. It violates the law of freedom of belief. Jiang's and his regime's deeds are those of hoodlums. If I had not practiced Falun Gong, I would have died many times. And if I were dead, why would I care about keeping my job? My boss left when he realized he would not convince me. After the jail inmates had returned to their former state of tranquility, I talked with the criminals every day and told them to remember Falun Dafa's goodness. I also told them the reason why one needs to be a good person. As a result, several criminals began to learn the Falun Gong exercises. At midnight, when I finished practicing the 5^th exercise, I began to teach them the first exercise. Three criminals began to practice. One day they were resolute enough to sit in meditation even under a surveillance monitor. I was so happy. I said to myself: "Master, please help me get transferred to another cell since all the criminals in this cell already know the truth about Dafa. Even if I die, I will have no regret." On the same day, the police told me to pack up my stuff and I was released after being detained for 22 days. Later I realized that I was released because I let people know the truth about Dafa even during a great tribulation and because I could let go of life and death, meaning that I could see through the delusions of this world and reach a realm where living or dying did not have meaning.

In prison, I wrote a poem:

The evil ones must stop their flagrant savagery

They are only skin on a paper tiger

How could prison affect my heart

It is like fetching water with a bamboo basket

Falun Dafa is at the core of my heart

I will not get lost on the path of my cultivation

With righteous beliefs and actions, no fear of hardship

I explain the truth and save sentient beings with mercy

Falun Dafa shines a golden light

The ridiculous clown overrates his abilities

When Dafa rectifies the universe

Down to the boiling cauldron you go

Since my level is limited, I welcome any gentle corrections.