Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai, a child does not like reading. One day, the teacher is not in the house, quietly sneak out to play.
He came to a small river mountain, see an old woman, in the stone grinding an iron pestle. Li Bai was very puzzled, asked: "the old lady, what do you Tiechu?"
The old woman said: "I was grinding." Li Bai surprised to ask: "oh! Tiechu so thick, how can a needle?" The wife said with a smile: "as long as every day more grinding mill Tiechu always thinner, even not a needle grinding?"
Clever Li Bai after listen to, think of themselves, ashamed heart, turned around and ran back to the house. From then on, he kept in mind "Little strokes fell great oaks. Zhen" truth, hard study.
Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai, a child does not like reading. One day, the teacher is not in the house, quietly sneak out to play.
He came to a small river mountain, see an old woman, in the stone grinding an iron pestle. Li Bai was very puzzled, asked: "the old lady, what do you Tiechu?"
The old woman said: "I was grinding." Li Bai surprised to ask: "oh! Tiechu so thick, how can a needle?" The wife said with a smile: "as long as every day more grinding mill Tiechu always thinner, even not a needle grinding?"
Clever Li Bai after listen to, think of themselves, ashamed heart, turned around and ran back to the house. From then on, he kept in mind "Little strokes fell great oaks. Zhen" truth, hard study.