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I hope you guys are all well, me also well.
Today I am very happy to see this contest in this wonderful community.So, this contest is organised by the our community MOD @bright-obias
so let's start.

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Today I will discuss the season. We have six seasons here in Bangladesh. From this season I will discuss what I like and why I like it. I will also discuss other seasons.

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Our country is a country of seasonal diversity. Our country has six seasons a year. At different times, all the seasons decorate nature with its own form. Nature's form, weather, festivals, depending on different things, one loves different seasons. As such, my favorite season is spring. This is why today's presentation is my favorite season of spring.

Our country is beautiful in the diversity of seasons. With the change of seasons, new stages of nature flow every year. The nature of Bengal woke up again and again in contact with the new life with new joy. Every season of Bengal in different forms and variations touches our hearts.
The foremost of all seasons is summer. ‘New Year’s Punyabasare’ is its beginning, its scope till the end of Jaistha. At the end of Jaistha, on the first day of Ashar, the sky turns black and the ‘insane rain’ comes to the fore; In the heat of the earth, the thirst of the elders becomes an offering of thirst.
Shravan has his ‘Dhara Jhare Jharjhar’; Ukijhuki gives autumn in the courtyard of Bhadra, and at the end of the month of Ashwin, his farewell bed is composed in Himel. This time Hemanta comes to Karti with the light of Diwali, her farewell in the wind of Uttara Himel with the call of winter.

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With the veil of fog on his head, Poushe made a winter appearance, and in Magha too he spread his himel sheet on the chest of Bengal. This is the season of golden Bengal leaf fall. The trees are ready to take off all the dried leaves from their bodies and take on a new look. It is like the season of abandoning old worn clothes and calling for new ones. In this way, perhaps, nature empties itself and arranges the throne repeatedly due to the arrival of the king.

The beauty of spring has been captivating my mind since childhood. Winter goes and spring comes, spring is revered by the people as the king of seasons. There is really no end to the form of spring. He is like a symbol of a newborn on earth. One of the wonders of our nature at this time is that by throwing away the worn out outfits of winter, Maya has become unique.
The new joy of spring opens the door to the heart of life. From dawn to dusk the cuckoo's melodious call repeatedly announces the arrival of spring. The branches of the tree became full of nectar. The sweetness of spring comes out of Palash, in the hillol of Parul, in the hindol of Shirish.

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The northern wind of winter leaves behind the wind, the south wind blows a strange wave of soft emotions. The mind and soul seem to sway in the atmosphere of that excitement. The nature of the forest became intoxicated with the intoxication of beauty.
The redness of Shimul and Palash makes the sky look new. The deciduous trees of winter come to life again, the new leaves come to life. The mango trees are full of buds. The scent of basanti flowers breaks the barrier of the anxious mind.

Everyone will be fine till today.
I hope you guys like to my written.

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@bright-obias
@belenguerra
@badsha1

Thanks to all.