Which poem did you think of in the process of making thousands of cakes?

In the process of making cakes by thousands of people, after the poems I remember were collected with flowers and honey,

Hard for whom, sweet for whom.

I can think of the process of making cakes for thousands of people.

Everyone gathers firewood, because the cakes we eat are delicious, but I don't know how many uncles and aunts produce them through hard assembly line work.

In a big ship, everyone paddles and sails, and one's strength is limited. Only through the efforts of more people can we realize our dreams together.