I used to have little passion (激情) in my life. But what happened the other day changed my mind. It was then that I learned how1it is to have a passion in life.
That day 1 went home in Mom's car. When Mom2 at a red light, someone on the side of the road caught my eye. It was a man dressed in rags (破旧衣服). He was homeless. That didn't interest me, because I had seen many like him before. Those people usually looked unhappy and hopeless.
But this man was different in some way. He was not sitting down with a sad expression. Instead, he had a 3in his hand and was dancing happily to the music. The radio seemed to be the most precious (珍贵的) thing he had.
"Mom, why does that man 4a radio though he's homeless?" I asked.
"He bought it." She replied.
"But why doesn't he use the money to buy food or clothes? He5for something that he didn't need."
"Well, Sarah, sometimes food and clothes aren't the most important."
That man must care so much about 6 for that he bought a radio instead of food or clothes. I soon realized that7is the key to life.
Since then I am always thinking of what is truly important in life. A home, a meal, clothes—these things are not8 parts of the life. What we often forget is that we all need a joy, a light in a dark day. We all need a passion which gives a person the happiness they need to keep going.
