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公车上的鲜花 　　We were a very motley crowd of people who took the bus every day that summer 33 years ago. During the early morning ride from the suburb， we sat drowsily with our collars up to our ears， a cheerless and taciturn bunch. 　　One of the passengers was a small grey man who took the bus to the centre for senior citizens every morning. He walked with a stoop and a sad look on his face when he， with some difficulty， boarded the bus and sat down alone behind the driver. No one ever paid very much attention to him. 　　Then one July morning he said good morning to the driver and smiled short-si