下面短文中共有10处语言错误，每句中最多有两处，每处错误仅涉及一个单词的增加，删除或修改。 增加： 在缺词处加一个漏字符号（^）,并在其下面写出该加的词。删除：把多余的词用斜线（\）划掉。修改： 在错的词下划一横线，并在该词下面写出修改后的词

Last summer , I had a unforgettable experience. It happened on my uncle’s farm which there are many flowers. In a Saturday morning, we heard a great noise coming outside .Looking out the window, I saw a mass of bees flown above the farm. There were too many bees that the whole farm seemed dark. We were very frightening. For some moments, the bee advanced towards our house. My uncle were dragged me into the back room which was very dark. We covered us with a blanket, shaking with fear. A few hours later, we came out of the back room and found the bees had flown away.

I get off the bus and walk a few blocks. I stop when I get to a garage-like place and walk to the metal door with brown paint. I turn the knob(把手)and walk in. A thousand eyes look at me as I take my place at the end of the long line. When I finally get up to the window, I hand the officer my ID. “I’m here to visit Mr C. Yes, I’m his daughter.”
I learn that line by heart. The officer hands me a piece of paper with my name as the visitor and my father’s as the prisoner. It tells me which floor to go to. As I get on the elevator, a rush of excitement runs through me. Then I go to the eighth floor, look around and see the faces I see here every Sunday and Thursday.
There he is. I stand on tiptoe(脚尖)to get a better view since I can hardly see him. He doesn’t look like my father. He’s got a beard now and he looks a lot weaker. He’s the dad that I see through a window. My dad who is separated from the world. The only place he now knows is his room in the prison. When I look deep into his eyes, I see emptiness and pain.
It’s difficult to hear him through the thick glass and over everyone else who is trying to talk. We try to carry on a normal conversation about simple things including my day and what I’m doing in school, but we mostly talk about how we can’t wait until he gets out. After an hour my time is up. We say our good-byes and love-yous.
I get on the bus to go home. My favorite place is where my father is—prison. I know, how can prison be anyone’s favorite place? But it is because my father is there. It’ll no longer be my favorite place once he gets out, though—home will be.
【小题1】The author goes to the prison_________.

--- We want to sit at the table near the window.

--- I am sorry, but it _______ already.

A．took             B．takes             C．has been taken     D．is taking

Looking for some inspiration or the “write” kind of ideas for your creative stories? To start with, some writers describe winter by using their five senses or their imagination. Others write on their favorite winter activity. Whatever you choose to write about, working on a winter story can always help to improve your writing skills. Now read the following story and see if it helps get rid of any icy writing block you’ ve been struggling with.

A Winter Adventure 

Beep, beep. Beep-beep: the alarm clock rang. Slowly, I got out of warm bed down onto the wooden floor which the winter had thrown its cold upon. The bitter cold temperature penetrated   （穿透）my socks and I hurried to put my feet in shoes.

Looking out of the window, I watched the white snow, soft and thick, drop onto rooftops and trees. Half an hour later, finishing the last of my hot chocolate, I prepared to enter the adventure that waited for me outside. I buttoned my jacket and fastened my boots. Hat on, I opened the door and was greeted by the winter coldness.

In the depths of winter, the early morning did not have the rush of the rest of the year. Most of my neighbours were put off by the cold, and stayed in bed until the sun had climbed higher into the sky.

Unseen by those who remained locked inside their homes, warm in their beds, I enjoyed being alone with the beauty of the wintertime. Those indoors were unable to appreciate the snow-scapes, ice crystals, frost and the crisp（清新的）breeze. For them, the coming of winter meant just the arrival of the cold.

Appreciation depends on contrasts. One cannot love the warmth of April if one has not known the freezing cold of winter. Later that year, the heat of the sun on my skin would be all the more wonderful for my memories of that cold morning and others like it.

1.The underlined word “adventure” refers to____________.

A．getting out of bed on the cold winter morning.

B．enjoying the loveliness of the winter outdoors

C．going skiing on the cold winter morning

D．throwing snowballs with friends.

2.According to the story A Winter Adventure, most of the neighbours _________.

A．didn’t work in winter                   B．stayed up late in winter

C．missed the beauty of winter               D．enjoyed the seasons except winter

3.Which of these statements is true according to the story A Winter Adventure?

A．Of all the seasons, the writer loves winter most.

B．The writer regrets that he went out on the freezing cold winter morning.

C．The writer believes contrast makes our experiences of the seasons lovelier.

D．The writer values the autumn and summer more than the winter

4.What function does the story A Winter Adventure serve?

A．To share some winter thoughts with readers.

B．To show readers how to work on a winter story.

C．To inspire readers to take more exercise in winter

D．To tell readers how to appreciate the beauty of winter.

完形填空（共20小题；每小题1.5分，满分30分）

请阅读下面短文，掌握其大意，然后从36~55各题所给的四个选项（A、B、C和D）中，选出最佳选项，并在答题卡上将该选项的标号涂黑。

It was December 22. The bitter wind swept the countless snowflakes(雪花) across my front yard. My dad was there sweeping the  36 . His nose was red as a cherry. With every breath he took, a white puff escaped  37  the air.

Inside, my mother was _38_the last of the boxes.  39  I entered the front door, the thought that after today I wouldn’t enter through that  40 ever again burned a hole in my stomach. I picked up my dog and sat Indian style with him in my lap on the  41 , wooden floor. I had no 42  but to sit on the floor, for there was no longer any furniture in my house. I sat there in a daze (恍惚), just 43 . There was no reason for my parents to make me, a once 44 12-year-old kid,  45. I had two best friends right across the street; I did well in school and I always kept my room clean.  46 , this was “my house”. By no means did I want a couple of  47 living here. These recurring (重复) thoughts  48  around in my mind and I couldn’t find an answer.

Out of the front window I could see the orange top of a truck pulling in along the cleaned driveway and I knew it was the other U-Haul. At once their men came  49  in through the back door like World War Ⅲ was starting.

I watched  50  as the men, my mother and my dad loaded the truck. My dog even winced (畏缩) as he stared out of the window. I wondered if he was  51  , too, or if he just wished to play outside in the snow.

My mum came in, looking solemn (凝重). She turned  52  the overhead light, put the  53  in my arms and took me out of the back door. A totally 54  feeling filled my heart. For the first time in my life, I wondered what  55  would be like to me tomorrow.