Poetry describing the hard days of hunger

Two songs, the most appropriate.

When weeding is at noon,

Plant a millet in spring,

Sweat dripped into the soil.

Harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn.

Who knows Chinese food,

There are no idle fields in the four seas,

Every single grain is the fruit of hard work.

Farmers in particular will starve to death.

These two poems are a group of poems. The first means hard work, and the second means hunger. Just right. I hope I can help you.