The fire mulberry trees remain, red like the evening clouds.
From a distance, the trees appear to be engulfed in flames, glittering and translucent, stretching across a vast area, glaringly red, quite conspicuous.
As one approaches, the heat hits like a wave; the fire mulberry trees are ablaze, flowing with scarlet, the temperature undeniably high.
As seen in the past, the mulberry-picking maids are busy, possessing some cultivation, but not very high. Each one carries a bamboo basket, dressed in coarse cloth, appearing very simple.
Not many people are here, and they all appear very plain. Their foreheads are beaded with sweat, for the temperature here is truly high, causing even those with some cultivation to sweat profusely.
On the mulberry trees are some silkworms like red diamonds, which are precious insects; the silk they produce can be woven into treasure garments.