When the bus left the steel forest and headed for the golden apricot orchard, the car was already filled with a relaxed and joyful atmosphere. As soon as I got off the bus, the summer breeze, carrying the freshness of grass and trees and the faint fragrance of fruit, blew in my face, instantly washing away the dullness of the office.

Stepping into the apricot forest, it feels like falling into an oil painting of a bountiful harvest. The sun shines through the layers of green leaves, dancing on the fruits, shining with an alluring luster. The heavy apricots bend the branches, some are golden and translucent, and some are shyly blushing. When the fingertips touch the thin, finely fuzzy peel, gently lift and twist it, and a plump "little sun" falls into the palm of your hand. The joy of harvest is simple and pure.

The journey home is full of fruits. The heavy apricot gift box in my hand is a testimony to today's sweetness; my heart is filled with relaxation away from the hustle and bustle, laughter without barriers between colleagues, and the warmth of the team that quietly warms up in the joint labor and sharing. On an apricot picking trip, you pick the fruits on the branches, but what you harvest is sunshine, laughter, and a more closely connected "us". The taste of this "apricot" blessing will surely remain in my memory for a long time.