Deep in the dense forest of Borisal, a wonderful floating vegetable market like a fairyland, Golden Bengal 3

(Continued: Enter Borisal and feel the rural beauty of the tropical rainforest, Golden Bengal 2)

Golden Bengal, the mysterious depths of Borisal, and its living beings The richness is astonishing. We arrived at the river bank at six o'clock in the morning. The morning fog had not yet dissipated, and the wonderland slowly unfolded: ravines, green clouds, lush trees and fruit, wide water and boats. Wandering on the river already made me enchanted. . From the eyes to the soul, everything is submerged in green. All kinds of clean, fresh, and different greens surround us from all directions.

The unfathomable green, the mysterious and quiet valley, it is like a paradise. The morning sun shines through the jungle and shines on the river. The water waves are glowing with golden light and rippling... There are various boats, various fruits, colorful vegetables... Accompanied by the shouts one after another, the sound of paddles pulling the water on the river... The picturesque scenery makes people forget their worries.

Men of different ages... are busy, noisy, trading, and waiting on the water boat.

The freshly cut bananas were in big bunches, making the boat heavy. The small boats coming and going in the waves were crowded together. According to tour guide Bizan, there are extremely rich species in the rainforest, including many rare species. The tropical rainforest, with its own special processing plants, not only supports local people, but also transports a large amount of fruits, vegetables and rare products to all parts of the country to meet market demand.

What kind of driving skills is this? I can’t help but sigh: If a man does not show his ambition, he will live up to his eight-foot body. The majestic body clearly has a majestic power that is invincible to anyone.

With a cry, he roused himself with energy, as if he was vomiting his ambition to soar into the clouds.

A true man with a heroic spirit. The bones and muscles are strong, just like the demon king descending from heaven, with great momentum to command the three mountains and five mountains to clear the way.

Diligence carves the years. Men are mountains, strength, and the guarantee of family security and life. Life is hard, but it is also beautiful.

Sun looks ahead, I am rocking the oar... If I lead Sun, I must set an example.

When a father leads his son, he must teach by words and deeds, and he must have the power to conquer mountains and rivers, otherwise how can he establish his prestige.

At a young age, he already has responsibilities on his shoulders, and the banana serves as the child's backrest.

Their faith lies in the rain forest, and their hope lies in the rocking of the small boat.

Sail the boat with the wind and move the boat to the shore... This is the confidence and superb skill of the rower. From time to time, rows of cabins loom on the shore.

The boat has no whistle, no sails, no rudder...but it has more soul. The boat fit easily in the hands of the men on the water, as light as a swallow skimming the water. Fluttering to the left, fluttering to the right...men on the water must also be addicted to the fun of driving a boat.

The dense rainforests and long inlets are home to generations of waterside residents and carry the dreams of survival for generations.

Life is endless, with endless rowing, endless toil, and endless expectations...until the end of one's life.

The people of Bangladesh must firmly believe in Rabindranath Tagore’s philosophy: Stillness is death, and only movement can knock on the door to eternal life.

Hehe... life is just like a boat, swaying in the wind and rain, and also moving forward in the wind and rain. Men always contain great and tenacious strength.

Bizan said that they believe that it is your destiny to be rich, and I accept my destiny to be poor. Ha... In life, sometimes you may just have to take things as they come, and then you can survive many hardships and helplessness with a strong will.

The old man was bored after standing for a long time, and he took the lemon in his hand, feeling very contented.

Men's headscarves, men's beards, men's skirts, men's bones... everything makes the Wanwan River filled with the beauty of labor, the joy of trade, the taste of life, and the fragrance of plants.

The weather in the tropical rainforest is sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy; sometimes hot and sometimes cool. The climate is also decisive and not entangled, which I find really refreshing.

River after river, boat after boat of green vegetables and fruits, rows after rows of tall ancient trees with swaying branches...covered by trees...it feels like a working atmosphere. , what a natural oxygen bar!

Here, older men have beautiful beards, and their beards may be long or short, and they are dyed in various colors...

The old people are completely It is the reappearance of the immortal spirit in mythical novels, which seems to have passed through thousands of years of fireworks.

Labor and years have created a special elegance in life for the elderly; young men have clearly become mediocre in appearance when they identify with the simple and convenient clothing of the outside society.

That basket of lemons... is full of aroma and refreshing. The man with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked like an iron statue holding a basket on his head.

The ecology is picturesque, the folk customs are like songs... Seeing my camera pointed at it, he smiled happily.

There are also some who are very fierce and don’t even look at us.

In Bangladesh, no matter where you go, you will be treated with kindness. If you get separated from your companions, they will understand what you are looking for and will immediately point you in the direction of your companions; if you are looking for a subject in the crowd, they will recommend it for you and encourage the recommended people to come forward; the subject will always be there. Will be happy to assume various poses and expressions, be proud of being photographed, and do not ask to see the image in the camera.

Reminds me of "Peach Blossom Spring"... I am walking along the stream and forgetting the distance of the road. Suddenly I came across a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps across the bank. There were no trees in the middle, the grass was delicious, and the fallen flowers were colorful. The fisherman is very different. He keeps going forward, hoping to exhaust the forest... This feeling and scene are like this.

The big ship carries small boats and new ships, and goes down the river... This is such a peaceful, happy, free and ordinary life, a state of being independent from the world and self-sufficient.

As we drove, we kept driving and stopping. Sometimes the forest and water sources were exhausted, and sometimes it suddenly became clear and the trees were dark and the flowers were bright.

It is said that the floating vegetable market photographed above yesterday basically belongs to the Islamic category; today's floating vegetable market belongs to the Hindu category, with a different style and more distinctive Muslim characters.

That headscarf and that costume are truly undeniably handsome. The little brother is riding the wind and waves with high spirits. We look like they are immortal and cool, but they are what we need in life year after year and day after day.

This one, with a long neck and beautiful beard, bold and uninhibited... slowly walked towards us. The body is like an iron pillar, the perseverance is like a rock, and it exudes the coldness and sharpness of the edges. Aggressive attitude.

In such a large vegetable market, I finally saw a woman, and she was still dodging. What kind of flowers are the father and daughter selling? The floating vegetable market is a man's world.

The simplest English communication between us and them is often: Where are you from? Me, China. Beijing? Yes. I am proud of China. We are respected, welcomed and surrounded by China.

This kind of street barber shop is still very familiar to me.

The transparency in front of and behind the room is also familiar.

Enthusiastic vendors with a wide range of goods.

This method of making pancakes is similar to ours, and it is still very appetizing.

There are also those who are deaf to what is going on outside the window and focus solely on reading the scriptures.

Ah, walking and taking pictures... the photographers who were traveling with me accidentally overturned the boat and slipped into the water... Two local people rushed forward to save people, Save the camera... I was stunned and instinctively pressed the shutter. Thank you to the people of Bangladesh for saving people!

In the land of thousands of rivers, the abundant water resources nourish the land here, making life flourish and the branches and leaves dancing green.

People in fluttering clothes...swing skillfully The paddle, the boat pushes away the waves... traveling through the waters of the rainforest... the poetry, painting, comfort, affection... are all indescribable.

Time seems to be going back, and it seems to be advancing again... In short, it is definitely not the materialistic world we live in where everything is overdrawn.

I miss the old days, the Mongolian era we once had, the living environment of the Mongolian people, the living conditions of the Mongolian people...the kind of past time when the sun rises and the sun sets.

The most beautiful treasure in life is those days in the past. Although we were so poor that only happiness was left and we were wearing old clothes... Now we have changed and we are busy for life every day, but as long as we think of the past days, Your eyes will shine...