那儿不应该荒无人烟,那儿是一个村庄,房子依山而建,高高矮矮,错落有致。但在村里却看不到人,只看到许多人家门前长着草。村里的路,也长着草。一些小一些的路,长满了草,都无法通行了。遍地的草,又看不到人,就让人觉得这儿荒无人烟。在这样荒无人烟的地方,我真的想看见一个人。终于,在村口,我看见一个人了,尽管这人穿得破破烂烂,但能见到人,我还是很高兴,我问着他说:“怎么看不到人啊?”“都搬了。” There should not be a deserted country, there is a village, the house built on the hill, high and low, patchwork. But I can not see people in the village, I see only many people have grass in front of them. The village road, but also the grass. Some smaller roads, covered with grass, are unable to pass. Over and over the grass, can not see people, it makes people feel uninhabited here. In such an uninhabited place, I really want to see a person. Finally, at the entrance to the village, I saw a man who was glad to see people though he was dressed in tatters. I asked him, “Why can not I see people?” “ All moved. ”