In winter, the mother mulberry tree is short and thin, with no branches on her body. But when the spring breeze blows and the grass emerges from the ground, tender branches grow out of her body, slowly filling her with thick mulberry leaves.
The farmer who raised silkworms came, cut off the branches, and picked the tender leaves one by one. They said, “The silkworm babies are hungry and want to eat mulberry leaves
Mulberry tree mother sadly shed tears, her tears were white, like the milk that children love to drink.
Later, the mulberry tree mother pulled out a second batch of branches and covered them with green mulberry leaves. Not long after, these mulberry leaves disappeared again and must have been cut away by the silkworm farmer uncle. She cried even more sadly.
Summer and autumn have passed, and winter has arrived again. Mulberry Mother doesn’t have a single leaf on her body, she looks dry, thin, short, and old.
It’s snowing, and many children are playing in the snow. They were wearing cotton jackets and silk coats, warm and lightweight.
The little girl’s braid was tied with a satin bow, bright and beautiful.
The mulberry tree mother saw it and muttered to herself, ‘These are all made from the silk that silkworms spit out after eating mulberry leaves!’ She became happy and thought to herself, ‘Next year, I will grow more leaves, let silkworms spit out more silk, make clothes for more children, and dress them up more beautifully.’. She thought about it and was so happy that tears streamed down her face.
These tears are not white like milk, but transparent and sparkling like rainwater. That’s the tears that Mulberry Mother laughed at.
