【正确答案】 1、正确答案：That year, a misfortune sneaked into my family. My mother first fell ill and went into hospital, and the excessive anxiety enfeebled my father who had been suffering from frail constitution. Then both of my parents were hospitalized. I was only 13 years old and every time the sun set in the west, horror rose from my heart. Shrouded in the village"s moonlight, my sister and I were left in the empty house with the deep black mountains reflecting on the window panes like a piece of gloomy paper-cut. We were often startled out from the dream by the shrilling howls of the wolves in the mountains. Yet living in a village school, we were too far to be heard by the distant villagers. Suddenly, I thought about the whistle my mother used in the PE class. Bulging my chest, I blew with all my strength to make the loudest sound. Bit by bit, I heard a bustle of footsteps and loud voices approaching my house nearer and nearer. In the torchlight flashing outside our window, I heard my folks calling my name. I opened the door and saw a group of people standing in front of my house with hoes on their shoulders. They were my familiar villagers nearby. The honest tanned faces, the earnest look and the sincere love drove away the horror from the bottom of my heart.