PureInsight | October 20, 2025
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Dear Respected Master, Greetings!
Greetings to all Dafa disciples around the world and to all kind-hearted people who support Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance!
I am a young Dafa disciple, and I feel extremely fortunate to have found the Dafa that guides one back to their true origin amidst the perils of the secular world. I am grateful to have obtained the treasured book Zhuan Falun. This year marks the 33rd anniversary of the worldwide spread of Falun Dafa, and also the 30th anniversary of the publication of the precious book Zhuan Falun.
On this grand and joyful occasion celebrated across the world, I would like to share with you how Zhuan Falun has accompanied me through my growth and the special connection I have with this book, as a way to bear witness to the beauty and greatness of Falun Dafa.
If there is anything inappropriate in my writing, I humbly welcome your compassionate corrections.
Part One: Overcoming Tribulations and Joyfully Obtaining the Precious Book Zhuan Falun
In the hazy corners of my childhood memory, I vaguely recall the words “Chong guan” (冲贯) and “Sui Ji Xia Zou” (随机下走). These are terms I remembered after learning the five sets of exercises when I obtained the FA in August 2005, at the age of four. At that time, I was attending kindergarten and living with my grandparents. My grandmother had a tape recorder that often played the exercise music. I can still faintly recall how she looked while practicing the fourth exercise, “Sui Ji Xia Zou.” After obtaining the Fa, I came to realize that my grandmother was also a Falun Gong practitioner back then. That was my very first impression of Falun Gong.
After I started elementary school, the Chinese Communist Party's (CCP) persecution of Falun Gong began. At that time, I had no understanding of what Falun Gong really was. My grandmother had stopped practicing (though she later resumed cultivation — more on that later), and she never mentioned Falun Gong to me. All I knew of it was from the slanderous propaganda in school textbooks, like in the subject of “Morality and Ethics.” But I did know that my grand aunt was a Falun Gong practitioner who had steadfastly continued her cultivation. Because of her firm faith, she was harassed and persecuted multiple times by the CCP. Back then, the persecution of Falun Gong in our region was very severe. My grand aunt entrusted my family with a large bag of Dafa books and materials for safe keeping. I would occasionally read through them when I had time.
There was an old temple near our home, built during the Ming Dynasty, and I often went there to burn incense before the Buddha statues. From a young age, I would gaze at the starry sky and wonder if there was a way for a person to become a Buddha or ascend to the heavens as a higher being. Deep down, I always believed that humans definitely did not evolve from monkeys — humans were created by divine beings. I was certain there were gods, Buddhas, and higher beings in the heavens.
In May 2005, I went to visit a relative who was also a Dafa practitioner. She earnestly explained to me the truth about the persecution and helped me understand the significance of the “Three Withdrawals” (quitting the CCP and its affiliated organizations). After understanding the truth, I withdrew from the Young Pioneers organization I had previously joined. I then continued to ask my grand aunt: “Can Falun Gong make people immortal?” She answered, “Falun Gong not only enables people to transcend life and death and escape reincarnation, but it can also guide people to return to their original true selves and cultivate to the level of a Buddha.” Upon hearing that it could lead to Buddhahood, I said, “Then I want to learn! This is exactly what I’ve been looking for.” And so, with her help, I obtained the Fa when I was eleven years old.
When I first obtained the Fa, copies of Zhuan Falun were very scarce. So I would often go to my relative’s house to listen to her reading the book to me. I listened very attentively. What Master teaches in Zhuan Falun — the principles of “Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance,” and the guidance to cultivate one’s heart and be a good person — deeply attracted me. Even more so, the teachings about “cultivation” and “returning to one’s true origin” struck a deep chord within me. In Zhuan Falun, I found the answers I had been seeking in my heart. I firmly believed that this was what I had been searching for, and I resolved to follow Master’s teachings, return to my true self, and cultivate to become a higher being.
My grand aunt, a fellow practitioner, only had one copy of Zhuan Falun, which made it very inconvenient for me to study the Fa. Later, she gave me a cassette tape of Master’s “Jinan Lectures,” telling me that listening to the Fa had the same effect as reading it. Every day after school, once I finished my homework, I would carefully listen to two sides of the recording. I cherished every word Master spoke and didn’t want to miss a single syllable. Later on, an elderly practitioner in our village noticed my sincere desire to cultivate and gave me a spare copy of Zhuan Falun that she had treasured for years. I was overjoyed and read it with great reverence every day. Before reading, I would always wash my hands thoroughly. I never dared to touch the printed characters, and when turning pages, I would do so gently, afraid of bending the paper. After studying, I would carefully wrap the book in cloth and store it away like a treasure.
When my father found out that I was genuinely practicing Falun Gong, he began to oppose me and tried to stop me from cultivating. Although my parents knew that Falun Gong teaches people to be good, they had no understanding of the deeper meaning of cultivation. Their fear was also heightened by the CCP’s vicious persecution at the time. Because a relative, also a practitioner, had been repeatedly harassed and detained, and my father was terrified.
One evening, while I was reading Zhuan Falun in my room, my father demanded that I hand the book over. I refused. Furious, he pinned me to the bed and began beating me with his fists, trying to snatch the book. I clutched it tightly, refusing to let go. In desperation, he began choking me. I passed out, and only then did he manage to pry the book from my hands. The moment Zhuan Falun left my grasp, I regained consciousness and rushed to wrestle it back from him. But I was too small and couldn’t overpower him. In the end, he tore the book in half and threw it into the burning stove.
I scrambled to the fire, ignoring the burning coals, and managed to pull out the front half of the book before it was fully consumed. Only the content up to page 154 remained; the rest had been destroyed. Clutching the half-burned book, I ran to my relative’s house in tears. The next day, my eyes were so swollen I could barely open them. My neck was red and swollen, and it hurt to swallow. But I didn’t feel any pain in my heart. I knew that Master had borne the suffering for me.
Later, another practitioner gave me the second half of Zhuan Falun, which she had managed to protect during the persecution. Using a needle and thread, I stitched the two halves together. The first page of her copy started with Lecture Six, “Martial Arts Qigong.” Although the book was incomplete, I cherished it deeply. I transcribed the missing sections and kept the book safely tucked away like a treasure. Every day after school, I would take the book and go to the back hill to study the Fa. I would stay there until the sun went down and I could no longer see the words, then return home for dinner. I often waited until my parents were asleep before sneaking into the courtyard to practice the exercises. I had no music for the exercises, so I just practiced silently. During the standing meditation, I would count the minutes in my head. Even in the middle of the night, with snow falling, I would go out to the courtyard to practice. Though I wore thin clothing, I always felt warm, surrounded by the energy field.
For over half a year, I cultivated secretly like this. As I studied the Fa more deeply, I came to understand the tribulations I faced with my father from a Fa perspective. I realized that it was the old forces and other unrighteous elements manipulating my family to commit sins against Dafa. I let go of all emotional attachment to my parents and truly regarded them as sentient beings who needed to be saved through Dafa. From the moment I let go, I experienced the deeper meaning of cultivation and felt Master’s presence beside me, enlightening me and helping me improve through the Fa. After I gained this understanding, there was one incident where my father, under the pretense of looking for something, found the hidden Zhuan Falun. He asked me, “What is this?” I replied, “Zhuan Falun. If you want to read it, read it. If not, please just leave it there. If you can’t tolerate this book, then you can’t tolerate me either.” At that moment, I was prepared to leave home and roam the world with Zhuan Falun in hand — even if I had to beg for food, I was determined to practice this Dafa. My father said, “I’m not reading it,” and casually placed it on the table. I knew then that I had passed this test. It was time for me to cultivate openly and with dignity. At home, Dafa deserved a rightful and respected place.
From that point on, I began studying the Fa and doing the exercises openly in front of my father every day. Later, with the help of fellow practitioners, I was able to receive another copy of Zhuan Falun. This edition even included a brief biography of Master, which made me cherish it even more and deepened my commitment to cultivation. In order to help my father further understand Dafa, I would sometimes place Zhuan Falun beside his pillow after finishing my reading, hoping he might read it too. Later, my mother told me, “Sometimes your dad reads your book.” I was overjoyed. After that, my father also watched truth-clarifying videos like Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party, Minghui Weekly, and Walking Through Wind and Rain. He even told relatives and friends the truth about the staged self-immolation incident on Tiananmen Square. (Years later, I was illegally detained for two years due to clarifying the truth. After I was released from that dark den of evil, neither my parents nor my family ever opposed my cultivation again. On the day I was released, the first thing my father said to me was, “Take care of yourself from now on.” I knew then that in their hearts, they truly understood that Falun Gong is good and that Dafa is righteous.)
One day in early 2007, I went to a fellow practitioner’s home in a nearby village to deliver a list of people who had withdrawn from the CCP. An elderly practitioner there asked me, “Someone here just obtained the Fa and needs a copy of Zhuan Falun. Do you have one?” I happily said, “Yes, I do.” But honestly, I was very reluctant inside. I only had one complete copy of Zhuan Falun, the one that included Master's biography, which another practitioner had helped me to get. The only other one I had was the stitched-together, partially burned and handwritten version from two years before. But I remembered how difficult it had been for me to obtain the FA, and I didn’t want this new practitioner to be without the book. So, I gave away my complete copy of Zhuan Falun and kept studying the piece-together one myself. In my heart, I said to Master: “Master, I know you will give me another copy of Zhuan Falun.”
A month later, I returned to the same fellow practitioner’s home with another list of people who had quit the CCP. The elderly practitioner asked me, “Do you need a copy of Zhuan Falun? I have a brand-new version that doesn’t require any character corrections.” I was overwhelmed with joy and said, “Yes, I do!” With tears in my eyes, I accepted the golden-covered Dafa book, silently thanking Master again and again in my heart. I knew that Master was always watching over me. He would never let His disciple be without the Fa. I was so happy—once again, I had received the most precious treasure. Every day I read the new edition of Zhuan Falun with great joy. At that time, I studied the Fa with every chance I had. After sending forth righteous thoughts at 6 a.m., I would put on my MP3 player, listen to Master’s lectures while getting ready for school, and wouldn’t even set it down while washing my face. After that, I would immediately practice the exercises and then head to school. In the evenings, after finishing my homework, I would study the Fa and then do the meditation before bed. I could meditate for an hour without feeling pain, and I felt wonderful and peaceful. I also made use of every possible opportunity to clarify the truth and encourage people to quit the CCP. I often talked to seven or eight people a day—classmates, teachers, and people whom I met. Whenever I had truth-clarification materials, I would deliver them right away into the hands of these sentient beings. During that period, I studied the Fa a lot and constantly felt Master’s presence by my side. Even though I was just a teenager at the time, I always felt there wasn’t enough time in the day. I devoted my entire being to Fa-rectification cultivation and didn’t waste a single moment. Back then, I even felt that sleeping at night was a waste of time.
Part Two: Producing and Distributing the Precious Book Zhuan Falun
My first contact with practitioners from the city happened during the 6th Mainland China Falun Dafa Cultivation Experience Sharing Conference organized by Minghui.org. Practitioners from the city came to help those of us in the countryside to write our cultivation experience articles. They also brought compact, four-in-one editions of Zhuan Falun. I was fortunate to receive one. Not long after, a city practitioner told me that my article had been published in the “Young and Elderly Group.” At the time, I had no real concept of what it meant to be published. I had never directly accessed Minghui.org before, only occasionally reading Minghui Weekly issues that fellow practitioners shared with me—usually a month or two behind, after they were published. With the help of the practitioners in the city, a small home-based materials production site was established at my house. I learned how to access Minghui.org and how to produce various truth-clarification materials. I even learned how to burn DVDs. Later, I visited practitioners in the county and learned how to print Zhuan Falun and other Dafa books and materials. I brought back many copies of Zhuan Falun to share with local practitioners. For each book, I carefully wrapped the cover before delivering it into the hands of fellow practitioners.
As the demand for Zhuan Falun increased in our area, another home-based production site was set up in a neighboring village with the help of the practitioners in the city. That practitioner’s home was over ten kilometers from mine, so I would ride my bicycle there to help. At that time, the practitioner couldn’t access the internet, so we used the film negatives of Zhuan Falun to make photocopies. In addition to Zhuan Falun, we had the film negatives of Master's Lectures in Various Places Volumes 1 through 7, and Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party, nothing more.
One evening, after finishing book production at the practitioner’s house, I was riding my bike home carrying a box of Zhuan Falun and Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party. The box was a standard cardboard box that once held two layers of instant noodles. I secured it to the bike’s rear rack using a thin cloth strap. As I passed an intersection in a nearby village, a motorcycle came speeding from the right and hit me. I remember the handlebars being knocked out of place and my body thrown several meters. A chunk of flesh was torn off my right pinky finger. I didn’t even have time to wipe the blood. I stood up and straightened the bike, and to my amazement, the box was still secured—it hadn’t fallen off despite only being tied with a simple thin cloth strap. Not a single book had fallen out. I knew Master was protecting me. I adjusted the handlebars and got ready to continue riding. The motorcycle driver was terrified and insisted on contacting my family and taking me to the hospital. I told him, “I’m fine, don’t worry, you can leave now.” In my heart, I recalled the Master's teachings—I didn’t want to make trouble for him. Besides, elderly practitioners were waiting for me to return the books, and I had arranged to go out that night with another practitioner to distribute Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party. After saying goodbye to the motorcyclist, I rode straight home. Once there, I wrapped my injured finger with a piece of cloth and didn’t think much of it. Within a few days, it healed on its own.
After graduating from middle school, I attended high school in the city. Our class had over forty students, and I clarified the truth to each of them, helping them all withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations. Some students from other classes who understood the truth wanted to learn more about Dafa, so I brought copies of Zhuan Falun for them. During military training for new students, we were sent to a military base in the suburbs. Fearing I might miss time for Fa study, I brought Zhuan Falun with me. After the instructors and students went to sleep, I would quietly read the book.
One day in class, after finishing my assignments, the teacher gave us free time. I took out Zhuan Falun and began reading quietly. At the end of class, the teacher asked, “Are you reading a Falun Gong book?” I replied, “Yes, it’s Zhuan Falun, the main text of Falun Gong. It teaches people to improve their character according to Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance and to become better people.” The teacher said, “Can I borrow it for a few days?” I said, “Of course.” The teacher replied, “I’ll return it in three days.” I said, “That’s fine.” A few days later, the teacher returned the book. I continued to study the Fa openly in the classroom and even shared the book with several classmates.
Not long afterward, one day after class, I was called to the Educational Affairs office. The staff accused me of promoting “Falun Gong” during class. Then, under the pretense of searching for controlled items like knives, security staff raided my dorm room to confiscate Falun Gong materials. Some classmates who knew the truth quickly hid the Zhuan Falun I kept by my pillow and used for daily Fa study. However, they didn’t know that I had another copy in my backpack, along with several copies of Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party that I hadn’t yet distributed. That extra copy of Zhuan Falun was intended for an upper class man who wanted to learn more after understanding the truth, but I hadn’t had a chance to give it to him. The Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party were for distribution on my way to and from school, and I still had a few copies left.
After the book was found by the security office, the school confiscated it and even threatened to suspend me. I stood my ground and clarified the truth to them. Later, in order to resolve the issue, the school negotiated with me and agreed to return all the materials and books, but on the condition that I would no longer bring any Falun Dafa materials to school, that I would not spread Falun Gong on campus, and that I would write a guarantee letter. I did not agree to these unreasonable demands. I told them that freedom of belief is a basic right and that there is nothing wrong with Falun Gong, which teaches people to follow Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance. I continued to clarify the truth at school and wrote a heartfelt letter to the school dean, vice dean, and party secretary, sharing the blessings and benefits I gained after reading Zhuan Falun. After that, the school reported me to the local "610 Office" and domestic security officers, and I was detained and persecuted. One month later, because I persisted in my belief, I was again subjected to two years of forced labor.
Part Three: Creating an Environment and Producing Dafa Books
After being released from the evil black den, I remained firm in my cultivation. However, because my phone had stored contact numbers of local practitioners, many fellow practitioners were harassed by the authorities due to my arrest—some were forced into displacement, and others were even subjected to forced labor. This brought significant losses to the local area. So, when I was just released, many local practitioners had a strong negative opinion on me. They distanced themselves and even suspected I was a spy. Only my family members who practiced and an elderly practitioner in a neighboring village trusted me. They gave me nearly two years' worth of Master’s lectures and new scriptures. Because of the persecution, I had lost the opportunity to continue my education. Not long after, I found a job at a local electronics factory.
At the time, the local materials production sites had been destroyed. Practitioners no longer had access to the Minghui Weekly, and truth-clarification materials were extremely scarce. Dafa books were even harder to find—practitioners in the entire area couldn’t even piece together a complete set of Master’s teachings. So, I made a vow. I asked Master to strengthen me so that every practitioner would have access to Dafa books, be able to read Minghui Weekly, and keep up with the progress of Fa-rectification. I didn’t let fellow practitioners’ attitudes toward me affect my heart. I knew that all these appearances were false illusion interference caused by the old forces and tribulations I needed to pass in order to improve. I was determined to play the most powerful role I could in dissolving the persecution and eliminating the gaps between me and fellow practitioners.
Not long after, due to work reasons, I moved to another province. Through Master’s compassionate arrangement, I connected with Falun Dafa practitioners there. After I shared my situation with a coordinating practitioner, the very first thing he asked was, how was your aunt doing? We got to know about your situation and have been following the updates about your persecution. While you were illegally detained, we were taking turns sending forth righteous thoughts for you. I was moved to tears when I heard that. We Dafa disciples truly form a powerful whole. Even practitioners thousands of miles away who didn’t know me personally were selflessly helping me. The unselfish realm they had cultivated in Dafa deeply touched me. I knew it was all due to Master’s support—Master was helping me to fulfill my vow.
A fellow practitioner from another region kindly helped me obtain a full set of Dafa books. I was overjoyed and seized every moment to study. The more I studied, the clearer the principles of the Fa became. When I read a scripture from The Essentials of Diligent Progress III, I was enlightened to the understanding that every practitioner should have a full set of Dafa scriptures. Only by thoroughly studying the Fa can we truly understand the Fa from the standpoint of the Fa. I immediately returned to my hometown and visited an elderly practitioner in a neighboring village who trusted me. I told her about my idea of producing Dafa books, and she was very supportive. I asked for Master’s strengthening and used some funds given by out-of-town practitioners, along with my own savings from work, to purchase equipment and supplies, including a laser printer, binding machine, paper cutter, and printing paper. During the few days I stayed at the elderly practitioner’s home, aside from Fa study, eating, and very little sleep, I used every bit of time to produce the books. When the toner cartridge ran out, I rushed over 100 kilometers to the electronics market to get it refilled and hurried back to continue the work.
With Master’s empowerment and the help of the elderly practitioner, in less than a week I had produced nearly twenty complete sets of Dafa books. Every practitioner had a set, and everyone was extremely happy. We studied them together, book by book, as a group. Household material production sites began to emerge in neighboring villages and towns one after another. Any misunderstandings fellow practitioners had toward me were completely resolved through cultivation and improvement.
One moment that deeply touched me was when we finished making the last two sets of Dafa books. The elderly practitioner brought out an apple and said, “How is there still an apple here? I even forgot when I bought it. You go ahead and eat it.” I took the apple. It was so fresh and red, almost translucent in color. My tears immediately fell. I knew this was Master once again encouraging me to do the right thing. I reluctantly took a bite—it was incredibly sweet. I had never eaten such a sweet apple in my life. I put my palms together in heshi and thanked Master for the empowerment. I knew that everything was truly done by Master.
On the final day of finishing all the Dafa books, it was already very late, and the village bus service had stopped. I thought to myself, there were only two more sets left—for the elderly auntie practitioner and another practitioner from a nearby village. I didn’t want to delay, so I decided to deliver them immediately. I carried the two sets and began walking to the practitioner’s home, over ten li (about 5 kilometers) away. Just as I left the elderly practitioner’s village, a motorcycle suddenly pulled up beside me and stopped. The rider called out my name and said, “Get on.” As soon as I heard my name, I got on. The rider was wearing a helmet, I couldn’t see his face or recognize his voice—just that it was a man’s voice. Before I could say anything, he had already driven me to the entrance of the village I needed to reach. After stopping, he said, “You can get off here,” and reminded me to be careful. I thanked him, and he immediately rode off. I never did find out who he was—or how he knew where I was going. In my heart, I knew it was Master who had arranged for him to help me. I sincerely thanked Master.
Later, more and more practitioners from our region and nearby counties and towns needed Dafa books and truth-clarification materials, I officially took on the responsibility of producing the Dafa scriptures. It had been over two years for me to work on it until the practitioners' needs were mostly met. I remember one time I produced more than twenty sets of Dafa books and fifty copies of Zhuan Falun in one go. When delivering them to practitioners, I filled an entire car with books. Over those few years, I lost track of how many books I produced. Looking back, it was likely over 4,000 Dafa books. I also made over a thousand copies of truth-clarification books like Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and The Ultimate Goal of Communism. Until the practitioners in other regions became able to operate independently, I stopped mass production. Nowadays, I mainly produce single-volume books like Zhuan Falun and truth-clarification materials for local Fa-promotion needs.
A few years ago, a fellow practitioner took the opportunity of traveling abroad to bring back several versions of Zhuan Falun published overseas. They gave me traditional Chinese character editions, including paperback, pocket-sized, and boxed brocade hardcover versions. I cherished them deeply and carefully stored them away. I know this is once again Master’s encouragement.
Part Four: Conclusion – The Infinite Goodness Zhuan Falun Has Brought to the World
It has now been thirty years since the publication of Zhuan Falun. During these thirty years, Zhuan Falun, the main book of Falun Dafa, has spread to over 150 countries and regions around the world. It has been translated into more than 40 languages and distributed globally. It has become the most widely translated and most beloved Chinese-language book in the world, cherished by hundreds of millions of people.
The universal principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance explained in Zhuan Falun, along with the profound teachings on different levels of the Fa, have elevated and guided cultivators across all realms. The book has also made enormous contributions to societies, nations, regions, and people of all backgrounds. Practitioners who study Zhuan Falun experience both physical and spiritual transformation: improved health, elevated morality, and a return to kindness. In mainland China alone, before the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began its persecution of Falun Gong, between 80 to 100 million people were already practicing. Even after 26 years of brutal, relentless persecution, faith in Falun Gong remains strong, and the majority of Falun Gong practitioners are still in mainland China.
Falun Dafa has now been spreading for 33 years. Throughout the 26 years of persecution, Falun Gong has not only withstood the CCP’s suppression—it has spread to over a hundred countries and regions, bringing physical and spiritual blessings to countless people. Throughout these 26 years of resistance against persecution, more and more people have come to understand the truth and have chosen to support Falun Gong and its universal values of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance. Over 440 million brave Chinese people have chosen to sever ties with the CCP’s evil organizations and have thus chosen a bright future for themselves.
The CCP’s rogue lies have been exposed one after another. From the moment the CCP chose to oppose Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance, its corrupt rule has been rapidly disintegrating. Righteousness in humanity is rising again, and people’s conscience and kindness are being awakened. Let us cherish the limited time that the Creator has prolonged at great cost. Let us awaken more righteous thoughts in people and help them choose justice and light. Dear people of the world, let us hold fast to the goodness in our hearts and, in gratitude for the boundless grace of the Fa-rectification, welcome a beautiful new era together.
Chinese version: https://www.zhengjian.org/node/297747
