Are there any poems describing how busy you are?

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.

(Note: Over the past 30 years, my achievements have been as small as dust; The troops marched eight thousand miles to the north and only saw the clouds and the moon in the sky. )

His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.

-Bai Juyi's "Charcoal Man"

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

-April in rural Weng Juan.

I can't tell you how hurried I am. Pedestrians are pouring in, Kaifeng.