The scent of fresh green at the end of the office break.

Today, while returning from the office, I imagined the scene of the metropolis at the end of the office. A cart of fresh oranges stopped on the sidewalk. On this winter evening, such a fresh fruit is a living canvas of nature. The orange is very dark green with a touch of blue. From a distance, someone will think that it is a ceremony with small balls.

Huge fresh fruit just from the farm. Some oranges have small green leaves and leaves, which are also called freshness. The scene of a water bottle held on top of a pile has made it more alive and real. Someone in the port hill can find a small shop in nature.

As the evening fell on Saturday, the crowd started to increase. I saw many pedestrians and office workers rushing to buy these fresh oranges. The seller busily pressed oranges with his hands and I captured these moments in several photographs with him. I also enjoyed myself as these pictures progressed because it was rare to see them. This politics removed the smell of oranges and the hustle and bustle.

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