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"Euphratica"- a kind of shrubby plants grow only in sandy land, called beautifully in a way, Hu-Yang in west China. It's been in centuries witnessed the countries of three dozens and the stories glorious or or sad; the wildest horse neighed, war-flame smoked calling the battle was near; the sounding drums hurry the people to fight, serious monks walk in silence, and a troop of merchants moving in distance, the messenger on the horse back speeding to the capital, Chang-An; ...as if (alas!)all had been washed away and faded in time, by wind and rain in mottled deserts.

A thousand years, only, had past. What left over is the vast sand only thickened and white, the sky so blue, the castles and cities withered and worn; a herd of camels slowly passing, a dozen of cups filled with blood-red wine; and the music played at the edge of sky; surely, it left some shrubby grow harsh desert with its thick bunches of leaves in yellowish golden color, that people are dazzling in shockingly and drunkenly in an amazement of silence.

The beauty of autumn is painted in golden color. Yet all that is so simple, plain, and ordinary in spring and summer. People even pay no attention to it, , they may notice but easily forgotten, even though, but a few trees, green. Yet, when it comes to winter, after a cold rain, or when it blown by the frosty wind, then they'll burst in full blossom of the freshest, fullest, and most charming vividness of life.

The golden-yellow, some times red, you feel, as if, tenderly wrapped into the red clouds in the sea-blue skylight; or dance with the heavenly music that heard in the misty; or stand in the night touching the shadowy flowers in dim moonshines; or in an early morning, walking, in the rain of falling leaves breathe the fresh air.

This is the moment you hear your heart beats, listen to your inner voice whispering in deepen side, then you feel yourself like a knight in white, holding a clinking sword in whispering to the leaves flying in the air, and wave it a nicest curve in colored rainbow that composed into the notes of seasonal melodies of the autumns.

This is the tree in autumn, seen so lovely, shone by the setting sun, not like the sun that shines hours daily and above, but only this one makes you an extraordinary day. A true beauty stunning!

Only the evenings, when it's setting behind the mountains, in a moment, it's turning so red, the soften golden rays, dyes the sky as if millions of lotus bursted out miraculously brilliance. Thus, as if in a final fighting, struggling, and keeping the last shine, vital and brutal, then people start figuring, searching, discovering it's being gloriously in existance, even began to feel the fear hidden in darkness. So had the trees in the sun-rays falling, became the golden dream imagery, in particular the kind, the soul of this beautiful work of the nature.

 

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