(Minghui.org) My family began practicing Falun Dafa in early 1999, including my mother, my husband, my son, and me. My mother’s illnesses were resolved and my husband no longer needed crutches. I stopped being resentful—instead I was cheerful and happy. My family that was once on the verge of falling apart, had been saved.
Influenced by atheism, however, I was initially doubtful. I wanted to be a good person, but I did not fully believe in the divine. So I occasionally read the Dafa books, but seldom did the exercises.
When my family was visiting my mother, I woke up in the middle of night and saw a large, colorful Falun rotating horizontally in front me me, emitting a faint glow. Unable to believe what I was seeing, I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and looked around. My son was sleeping soundly next to me. I was so excited, and almost exclaimed out loud, “It is real. Falun Dafa is true!” Then the Falun gradually faded.
After my mother and husband got up the next morning to do the exercises, I jumped out of bed. They were surprised, as I often stayed in bed late. They wondered what happened today? When I told them what I saw the night before, everyone was happy, and they said Master Li was encouraging me. I later realized that Master showed me this so I could overcome the barrier of atheism.
I began doing the exercises. While meditating one day I felt as if I was sitting on a massive, smooth, rotating disc. As it spun, I felt like I was about to slide off. Opening my eyes, I saw I was still sitting in bed. When I closed my eyes, I felt I was sitting on the smooth, spinning disc. When I watched the movie Once We Were Divine, the film vividly depicted what I saw.
An Outstanding Young Adult
When my husband and I did the exercises, our five-year-old son Wei imitated our movements. When we read Dafa’s teachings he listened while playing. One day he went to his paternal grandmother’s place to play. When he came back, he said, “Mom, grandma’s television is showing people doing a qigong practice.”
“Did you watch it?” I asked.
He replied, “No. Master said, “No second cultivation way.” (Lecture Three, Zhuan Falun)”
I was surprised. As a new practitioner, I did not pay much attention to this issue. At that point I began to treat Wei as a young practitioner. My entire family lived harmoniously by following Falun Dafa’s principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.
Several months later the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began the suppression of Falun Dafa. Newspapers and television published defamatory stories to attack Dafa. Influenced by the media my neighbors said negative things about Dafa, so I clarified the truth to them. I realized that people were being misled by the CCP’s propaganda, and I knew I had to do more. So I wrote letters explaining what Falun Dafa is, hoping people would stop believing the CCP’s lies. I was often in tears when writing those letters.
I photocopied the letter. My son wrapped colorful ribbons around the copies, and we distributed them. My family lived together happily despite the pressure from the persecution.
My husband and I were illegally arrested in 2001. When police officers ransacked our home, they intimidated 7-year-old Wei and demanded he tell them where the Dafa books were, but he refused. When his parental grandpa asked, his answer was the same. His parental grandma coaxed him, and said, “I will not destroy your Dafa books. I just want to move them to a different place. Could you tell me where they are?” Wei looked at his grandma and shook his head. She told us what happened when we returned home.
“I understand you did not tell the others [where the Dafa books were]. Why did you refuse to tell grandma too?” I asked.
“I thought grandma was also not being honest,” Wei replied. I was so touched by his words that I was in tears. He was only 7 years old. I knew compassionate Master was strengthening his righteous thoughts.
I was later arrested again and sent to a labor camp, and my husband and Wei were sent to a brainwashing center. Seeing the child being sent there in a police van, my husband weeped. When I returned home later, I saw Wei still wearing the clothes I bought him two years before when I was at home, and his socks were patched. He had not grown any taller, and I knew he must have suffered plenty of hardship.
My husband and I were arrested numerous times. We were fined and our home was ransacked. We didn’t have a stable place to stay. We lived in poverty and there was no money to buy snacks or toys for Wei. Because of this he was not attached to snacks. With no toys, he made his own. The boat and plane he made looked very good.
Even though he was very young, Wei paid close attention to his xinxing. When he played with his cousin the cousin became upset and cursed him. Because Wei didn’t say anything the cousin became even angrier, and threw a persimmon at him, which burst and dirtied his clothes. Their grandmother was angry, but Wei was not upset. His tolerance impressed me.
Another time Wei accidentally jumped onto a two-tined fork covered by a plastic bag. I was in the house at the time, and he hopped in while holding one foot. “Mom, my foot was hurt!” he exclaimed. I helped him to the bed, removed his shoes, and his blood flowed on my hand. I was a little panicky, but he said calmly, “Mom, I’ll be fine.”
He soon recovered. The two pieces of shoe rubber that were driven into his flesh by the sharp prongs eventually came out. My neighbors were surprised. I knew if this had happened to a non-practitioner his foot would have been infected. Falun Dafa is truly amazing.
Wei did not develop bad habits as many young people do. Dafa gave him wisdom, and he was always among the top five in his class. His teachers highly praised him. “You are the pride of the class,” one of them commented during a year-end review. “You may not speak much, but when you talk, you impress everyone.”
Wei did well in middle school. He was admitted to a high school honors class, and he went to a good college. We never gave his teachers gifts as many parents do to get special treatment for their children, nor did we hire a private tutor. People praised us for our hands-off approach, and said that we raised such a successful child who had good character.
After he graduated from college, Wei did not want to pursue a civil service career like his peers because he did not want the CCP indoctrination. Instead, he chose to work as a teacher in a private school to avoid the Party’s constraints.
A Girl Who Is Considerate of Others
My son became an adult and it was time to get married. He said no rush, as he just wanted to follow the natural course of events. Knowing his good personality, relatives, friends, and other practitioners introduced Wei to girls. Many young women nowadays are very materialistic. Some complained we were poor, some said Wei was short, some commented he was not romantic, and some believed they were not a good fit. Wei felt that these young women were not his type. He met at least 15 girls.
“You need to put in some effort,” his aunt said.
“Maybe my true love is somewhere waiting for me,” Wei replied.
I sometimes complained and said Wei not know how to please a girl. He replied, “Mom, forced love is never sweet.” I agreed and said just let things go naturally.
A practitioner then introduced him to Mei. He said, “Mom, she’s so much like me.” She grew up in a family of practitioners, and was a young girl when her family of three went to Beijing to appeal for Dafa. She endured hardships far beyond her age, but she was not affected.
Mei was modest, poised, sincere, and cheerful. Like Wei, she wasn’t in a rush to get married. But when they met they were surprised at their similarities. She said, “We are so much alike.” Her parents, who always respected her opinion, said it was hard to find such a pure and good-natured young man like Wei in today’s society. He said her parents were nice, and trustworthy. There were no barriers between them, and everything went naturally.
We later learned that Mei’s mother and I were detained in the same labor camp for practicing Falun Dafa. We knew each other, but we had no opportunity to talk. We did not expect to meet each other again in this way. We talked a lot, but not about money, a house, or cars for the children. Mei’s parents were modest, respectful, and courteous. From them, I saw the gap in my cultivation.
Mei was the same. Unlike other young women of her age, she did not ask us to buy the “three golds” for her wedding (gold necklace, gold earrings, and gold ring) because she didn’t want us to spend our money. After I urged her again and again, she went to a jewelry store. After coming back, Wei told me, “Mom, your future daughter-in-law only picked the thinnest one. No matter what the jewelry store clerks recommended, she said that those were the most beautiful. I was very touched. There are many stories in the modern society in which girls ask for a house, a car, or expensive gifts for their wedding. Mei’s heart is more precious that gold—this is because she is a young Falun Dafa practitioner.
Many practitioners came to help on the day of the wedding. They quietly handled everything, and the villagers said that Dafa practitioners were amazing. The host said he had officiated at many weddings, but had never seen such a harmonious, joyful atmosphere. The photographer also praised both families and said they were considerate of others. The staff also witnessed Falun Dafa’s positive influence on people.
On the third day after the wedding, Mei gave us her dowry money, saying it could help with our family debts. I was very touched by her sincerity—young people nowadays only think of squeezing money from their parents or parents-in-law; they will not give, let alone donate the dowry money. I said, “Sweetheart, we do not have family debt. Even if we did, we wouldn’t use your dowry money. It’s your money.”
I later heard that Mei’s parents did not want the young couple to owe money. So after talking with Wei, they paid off their mortgage. They did not tell my husband or me, because they didn’t want us to worry. “Son, your wife’s whole family has given their hearts to us. We should be grateful and always treat them well,” I told Wei.
This is a happy marriage. As a result, I now have a daughter, and Mei’s parents have a son. Our two families of three have now become a big family of six. Following the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, we all strive to be better people. I also understood that I shouldn’t have worried about Wei. Master’s arrangements are the best.
Some neighbors or relatives who complained about our faith and criticized us because we were persecuted also changed their attitudes.
“Look at the young couple. Look at their in-laws. Why are they so lucky?” one person commented.
“They are Falun Dafa practitioners—we cannot compare ourselves to them,” someone said.
“This is a match made in heaven,” another person said.
For us in the family, we know these are Falun Dafa’s blessings. Thank you Master for everything.
(Selected submission in celebration of 2026 World Falun Dafa Day on Minghui.org)
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