The beauty of the village fascinates anyone. Especially the minds of many who live in the city but fall in the desert on the way to the village.
Anyone can see the beautiful green scenery of the village. The enchanting scenery of the village gives a lot of peace of mind.Everything in the brick-and-stone city huts is artificial. But the village full of shady, the crooked flowing rivers and canals, the green fields are all natural.
If you go through the sweet path, your eyes will get stuck in flocks of swans or swans. Pink pedestrians will be filled with the sound of duck punk punk.
Many people are raising chickens in the village houses. Some people have changed the old method of raising chickens. Somewhere again wooden poles and straw domes.
Jabaful is swaying in the wind through the leaves of the trees on both sides of the path.
The villagers woke up to the sound of chirping. The children of the village play sports in groups. In the summer, the naughty boys play in the canals and beels with great recklessness.
The village workers are of a very simple nature. Their minds were so generous. In the pouring rain, the old men weave fishing nets under the guise of story and the women are busy in kantha sewing and various household chores.
There are green crop fields all over the village. The south wind sways the crop. Uncultivated green fields on both sides of the meandering river.
Rows and rows of trees in the village, crooked methopaths, crop fields, ponds and ghats paved in the houses. If you look at everything, it will look like a picture painted with the artist's paint.
Let the beauty and affluence of nature's everlasting village remain intact for ages. The diversity of forms of abhaman gram-bangla should not be extinct.
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I live in village. The beauty of my village can not describe in word. I love my village very well.