Nicole Haor and Beribad. On the one hand, the storm surge and the waves roar.
On the other hand the sound of cool water
As if there was a reasonable fight with a boy, they were united.
The long berries go through the middle
Peach road going through the dam.
One side road on the other side of the haor, it seems that Marine Drive.
On the other hand, the young winds are on the leaf in the front of the bouth.
Some of the growing plants in various shapes are made of bamcans and are sitting in the guest seats.
In the shade of bubble, sitting in the seats placed in the trees, the calm air becomes calm in the air, mind.
Walking in the boat on the wide open waters of the haor,
Many villages like island awakening in the water.
Small water like nightclubs,
Feed the fresh fish of haor.
