VIGÉSIMO TERCER CONCURSO DE ESCRITURA Y PINTURA !! / TWENTY-THIRD WRITING AND PAINTING CONTEST !! @a-h-p
The red setting sun at dusk. After a busy day, it is time for people to return home. There is a natural silence everywhere. Wide riverbank, gurgling river in front, heavenly sky. Seeing this beauty, the beauty of this wonderful form, the thirst of two eyes should not be quenched. It is as if the Creator of the universe has hidden and immersed man in enchanting beauty. Standing on a secluded riverbank at sunset seems to evoke such spiritual thoughts.
The sky and the ground are silent faces to face. In front of the vast area of water, the red generous sky above, standing at the open river bank at dusk can enjoy a wonderful natural view. The red tip of the setting sun on the forehead makes the earth look like a bride. The view of the fishermen's boat floating in the glistening golden water is wonderful. A swarm of white bucks, swarms of gannets, swam along the banks of the river. The sun seems to be listening to the melody of the secret sadness of the earth.
Then the ball of fire sank into the river. Darkness covered the black sheet all around. The sound of crickets, the flickering light of fireflies, the creaking air create a new obsession. The craftsmanship of the light smashed on the small waves of the river in the dim evening of the evening was truly astonishing. I wish I could put my hand on the craftsmanship of that wave. Touch and see the strange lurking of light and shadow. So take the help of technology. The beauty of the river draws me to her.
When I go to the river, I get lost in my imagination. Then I feel much lighter. The scenery looks much better at sunset. I wonder why Suryimama doesn't take me wherever she goes. Thoughts are imaginary.
The frosty wind on the bank of the river pierced me and ran away into the distance. The mind wants to run with the wind. The boats float on the river, the white bucks fly over the river. How colorful life is can be understood by going to the river. There are rivers in all the rivers of Bengal. The river takes a terrible shape in the rainy season.
Although this year the river dried up and almost died. Life becomes more colorful as you watch the sunset by the river. The river is like our mother. There is no way for anyone to understand the wonderful play of the river. The river I saw was the Subarnarekha river. What a beautiful sight you can never understand without going to it.
Anyone looking at the river will be impressed. ‘In the evening the stream of glittering glitter is curved Dirty in the dark as if covered in a sheath Curved sword. The best moment at the end of the day is to watch the sunset by the river. That mind-blowing view of the river can easily weaken a person. Which I was.
It was as if there was a feeling with the river. This was a good time for me. People spend their days in the middle of a lot of busyness. So maybe many people do not have time to enjoy this beautiful view. I tell you, don't come to the river once. I promised not to waste your time.
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