This is the story of a man who works in a big factory. I have seen him for years, but I've never paid any to him. He was a little bit strange. He always (wear) an old red hat and carried a bag. He usually spent his break time and his lunchtime (walk) around in
that big old factory and collecting used tins (铝罐).
day, I was fixing a machine with my manager in the factory this "tin man" came with his bag. As usual, he picked the tins, which were all over the place. After I finished my job, I heard my manager ask the "tin man" about what those tins (do) with. I never even thought about this kind of question (care), because I always think that "tin man" would take those tins to the recycling center.
Both of were shocked to hear—"I will give these tins to my neighbor. He has epilepsy (癫痫) and can't work. I know this does not help much, but he needs (society) help." The "tin man" went on. We both felt moved.
