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　　We spent a day in the country and picked a lot of flowers．Our car was full of flowers inside! On the way home we had to stop at the traffic lights, and there my wife saw the bookshelf．It stood outside a furniture (家具)shop．“Buy it,” she said at once．“We'll carry it home on the roof-rack (车顶架)．I've always wanted one like that．”

　　What could I do? Ten minutes later I was twenty dollars poorer, and the bookshelf was tied onto the roof rack．It was tall and narrow, quite heavy too．

　　As it was getting darker, I drove slowly．Other drivers seemed more polite than usual that evening．The police even stopped traffic to let us through．Carrying furniture was a good idea．

　　After a time my wife said, “There's a long line of cars behind．Why don't they overtake(超车)？”

　　Just at that time a police car did overtake．The two officers (警官)inside looked at us seriously when they went past．But then, with a kind smile they asked us to follow their car through the busy traffic．The police car stopped at our Village church (教堂)．One of the officers came to me．

　　“Right, sir,” he said．“Do you need any more help now?”

　　I didn't quite understand．“Thanks, officer．” I said．“You've been very kind．I live just down the road．”

　　He was looking at our things：First at the flow-ers, then at the bookshelf．“Well, well,” he said and laughed．“It's a bookshelf you've got there! We thought it was-er, something else．”

　　My wife began to laugh．Suddenly I understood why the police drove here．I smiled at the officer, “Yes, it, s a bookshelf, but thanks again．” I drove home as fast as I could．

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　　I didn't think the passion(激情)was important for my life until that day．

　　One day I went out with my mum．I was bored．Then, as my mum stopped at a red light, someone on the side of the road caught my eye．It was a man wearing old clothes．He was homeless．That didn't interest me, for I had seen many like him before．

　　But in some way he was different．This man was not sad to sit there．He had a radio in his hand and was dancing happily to the music．The radio seemed to be the most important thing．

　　“Mum, why does that man have a radio even thought he's homeless?” I asked．

　　“He bought it,” she answered．I was still puzzled．

　　“But if he's homeless, why doesn't he use the money to buy food or clothes? He wasted it on something he doesn't need．”

　　“Well, Sarah, sometimes food and clothes aren't the most important things．We need happiness, too．”

　　That man must care enough about music to buy a radio instead of food or clothes．I soon realized that happiness is the key to life．Without it, there's nothing to look forward to．A passion gives a person the happiness they need to keep going．We all need a passion．

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