Better life with steem. The dairy game|| Today is very nice to see the beautiful environment in the very cold shital village

Hello Everyone.
This is @shakilbro, from #Bangladesh 🇧🇩

Assalamu Alaikum How are everyone hope everyone is well. I am raining all day today so I can not get out of the house today.

One afternoon
This afternoon in the village is like a picture of everlasting. The first picture shows the horizon's wide paddy field, which is nowHalf of the rainy water is full. Water is frozen on the ground, and the sky is reflected in the gray clouds. Some of the rows of trees are visible, and behind it the village cotton hills. The electric poles are like a witness to this solitude standing in a straight line. On such a day, the appearance of people returning from the field is also seen. The sky is covered with clouds, it seems as if it will rain. The leaves of the coconut tree are swinging in the air, likeNature itself is playing a soft melody.

This picture shows that small plants are growing in alignment. The leaves of the saplings are green and refreshed, which have created great contrasts with the brown color of the soil. The wet soil and the plants growing on it indicate a new chapter of life. This is probably the inner scene of the plastic canopy, where new life is being transmitted. The water marks are still clear on the ground, andSunlight is falling on him. This scene is a new form of nature, where each plant gives birth to a new dream.

Looking at your picture, the mind really became nostalgic. A piece of our childhood memory suddenly came before the eyes.
This is the scene of the marble playing on the ground, it is not just a picture of a game, it's the story of our golden day. When there were smartphones or video gamesNo, we used to take marble in the courtyard, on the ground or in the school grounds all afternoon. Sunshine, rain, mud - nothing could stop us. The marbles hidden in the pocket of the shirt or under the trousers were more than a secret to us.
What a joy to win a marble! Losing again would be filled with upset. How many names did we call the marbles - 'Barr Kiteta', 'Little Kiteta', 'Red','Blue', 'Green' ... one after another, one marble hole would move and we saw breathing. This game was not just a game, it was a great lesson for strategy, patience and goal.
This picture looks like the time is stopped. That dusty hand, innocent mouth and the intense desire to win the game between the eyes - everything has come alive. These memories are the most valuable paths in our way of growing up. What to say,That's right?

Thanks to everyone who wished everyone's good health for reading my full post.