黑夜。暴雨。小巷。小巷边的一堵墙塌了,没有压着人,也没有压着小朋友,花花草草也没有压到。因为这样的暴雨天气,没有什么人出入。我例外。因为这时候是我工作的时间。我的职业与众不同。别人休息的时候,我工作;别人没有保管好的东西,我帮他保管,我就是这么一个处处为他人着想的人。对于和我一样的职业的人,大家都称为“小偷”。一堵墙倒的院子,很好进去。进屋之前,我脱了沾了很多泥的鞋子,甩了甩手中的伞,不让雨水带入屋。虽然我去过很多人的家, Night. rainstorm. Alley. A wall along the alley collapsed, did not press people, did not press the children, flowers did not press to. Because of this rainy weather, no one out. My exception. Because this time is my work time. My job is different. When people rest, I work; others do not have good things, I help him to keep, I am such a person everywhere for others. For people like me, everyone is called a “thief”. A wall down the yard, well into it. Before entering the room, I took off a lot of mud shoes, dumped the umbrella in his hand, let rainwater into the house. Although I have been to many people’s homes,