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2nd Blog: The Natural Beauty Of Bangladesh
Autumn comes in a light playful rhythm, playing hide-and-seek in the clouds and sunshine at the very moment when the rain turns into lazy slow, monotonous and sad widow's loneliness. It's like a little cloud, a drizzle of rain, a glimpse of wind and a little rain. At this time a happy melody sounded in the air.
Then comes autumn. With the beat of Dheki, the songs of Dhan Vana are sung in the villages to celebrate the Nabanna festival. After the autumn evening, the fireflies light up in a light fog. Hemanta appeared at the door of the farmer with prosperity in a big reluctant step in the midst of this dark fog.
One day winter comes by visiting Himel Parash, a festive village in autumn. At this time, nature takes off the form of an empty monk by throwing away all the decorations. On the other hand, nature is full of flowers of different colors and smells.
Eventually, Magher haowa breaks the cold bond and re-emerges to the east, Falgun, and spring comes with its majestic beauty. Leafless empty tree branches develop in green seedlings. The forests are full of Ashok, Palash, Krishnachura and Shimul are on fire like red flowers.
Then the heat of summer, the rough, dry hard days come again. In this way, the beauty of the nature of Bangladesh created by the continuous rotation of six seasons is not seen anywhere else in the world.
Past, present, and future of Ruposhi Bangla:
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The extraordinary splendor of the nature of Bangladesh once inaugurated it with the term ‘Ruposhi Bangla’. But this term is largely questionable today. Once upon a time, there were field crops, paddy fields, and pond fish in this country. There was a smile on the face of the farmer in the field. Bhayiya, Bhatiali songs were sung in the middle of the river. There were birds chirping in the trees. There was an air of peace everywhere. But today's beautiful Bengal is devastated by the onslaught of various natural calamities including droughts, floods, tidal waves, and cyclones. Today there is no smile on the face of the farmer, but a hand on the head. Today there is no Bhayiya, Bhatiali song in the middle voice, but the nightmare of uncertain future floats in the eyes. It is no longer possible to see when autumn, fall, or spring will pass in this beautiful Bengal of conspiracy season by turning the pages of the calendar. The environment of this Bengal is facing disaster today. And so the existence of 'Ruposhi Bangla' is also in crisis. If this situation continues, a day may soon come when our future generations will enjoy the unique beauty of beautiful Bengal as a fairy tale in books.
The history of Bengalis is a history of the uncompromising struggle for thousands of years. The history of Bengalis is a history of leaving all adversities behind and moving forward again and again. Our proud army of Bengal has lost all its beauty and today it is going to take the outfit of a beggar on the road. Unable to bear the horrors of environmental catastrophe, it is constantly becoming destitute. But we want to give back the heritage and beauty of our lost Bengali mother. That is why we have to be aware of and careful about the environment. Indiscriminate cutting of trees must be stopped. Avoid working in corners that are not environmentally friendly or harmful to the environment. We believe the time is not over yet. If we determine our trends correctly, one day our country will be full of flowers, fruits, and crops again, it will become the mouthpiece of the song of birds, the melody of the singer, and the brush of the artist.
Get to know Bangladesh. 1st Blog: 'Natural Beauty'
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