as long as you sow a seed in spring, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.

All over the world, there are no fields left uncultivated and uncultivated, and toiling farmers will still starve to death.

At noon in midsummer, the farmers are still working in the scorching sun, and sweat drips into the soil.

who would have thought that the rice in our bowl is full of the sweat and blood of farmers?

Peach blossoms, green fields and golden rape flowers are endless. Farmer, you exchanged your strong arms for our delicious food, and you watered our bodies with sweat.