Li Bai's iron pestle is ground into a needle.

Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, didn't like reading when he was a child. One day, the teacher was not at home and sneaked out to play.

He came to a mountain by a small river and saw an old woman grinding an iron pestle on a stone. Li Bai was puzzled and asked, "Old lady, what are you doing here?"

The old woman said, "I am grinding." Li Bai asked in surprise, "Oh! How can there be a needle when the iron pestle is so thick? " The wife smiled and said, "As long as you grind it more every day, the pestle will always become thinner, so you can't even grind a needle?"

After hearing this, Li Bai, a clever man, thought of himself and was ashamed. He turned and ran back to the house. Since then, he has kept "small fights" in mind. "Truth zhen, study hard.

Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, didn't like reading when he was a child. One day, while the teacher was not at home, he sneaked out to play.

He came to the river at the foot of the mountain and saw an old woman grinding an iron pestle on a stone. Li Bai was puzzled and asked, "Old woman, what are you doing grinding the iron pestle?"

The old woman said, "I am grinding the needle." Li Bai was surprised and asked, "Oh dear! As thick as a pestle, how can it be ground into a needle? " The old woman walked over and said, "As long as the pestle is always ground more and more finely every day, are you still afraid that it is not a needle?"

Li Bai, a clever man, was ashamed of himself after hearing this. He turned and ran back to the bookstore. From then on, he kept in mind the truth that "as long as kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is ground into a needle" and studied hard.