Poetry about not being hasty in doing things

A sharpened knife will never fail to chop firewood

Bodhi has no tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand.

There is nothing there, so how can it cause dust.

Three poles up in the sun, the sky is early

The horse is moving slowly and slowly

There is no need to discuss the wind, wind, fire and fire

Haste leads to waste, remember it

< p>Although it is hard work to search for thousands of pounds, you will only get gold after blowing all the sand.