『壹』 有渠道能弄到《讀者文摘》英語原版，用它來學英文怎麼樣
你的英文程度如何呀，《讀者文摘》是有網路版本的，但需要一定英文基礎的專，並且單純看也學不到屬什麼呀，你不知道美國讀者文摘開發一套在線英語口語學習課程English20 Star嗎？它是很有特色的英語口語學習課程，每天20分鍾就OK了
『貳』 推薦些優秀英語雜志，文章作者為地道外國人的
最新新聞www.bbc.co.uk, www.cnn.com
試一下電子期刊吧！美國著名的《讀者文摘》（reader's digest)
2008年8月
下載：http://lib.verycd.com/2007/07/31/0000158513.html
中文名稱：美國文摘
英文名稱：ReadersDigest
版本：更新到2008年8月最新
發行時間：2008年
地區：美國
語言：英語
簡介：
美國《讀者文摘》月刊是世界銷路最暢的雜志，每月在世界163個國家，以59個版本和15種文字，與1億以上的讀者見面。 《讀者文摘》創辦人華萊土自幼喜愛讀書並做摘錄。一次戰爭中，他負了傷，在病床邊涉獵了大量書報。他想，若把這些好文章集中起來，讓更多的人看到該有多好，於是就在醫院里做文章的濃縮工作。後來，他的工作得到了新婚夫人麗拉的支持，兩個人經過努力，用自己有限的錢，印出了第1期，使它在紐約街頭同讀者見了面。
《讀者文摘》創辦59年來，保持著自己特有的風格。它堅持通俗性、知識性和趣味性，內容十分廣泛。它的稿件來自各階層，從專家、學者到經理、律師，以至店員、教師、工人和農民。《讀者文摘》講究文稿質量，強調文筆的優美，要求壓縮後的文摘或書籍的縮編仍能保留原文、原作的文采和風格，材料十分豐富，在億萬讀者中享有良好的聲譽。
1922年《讀者文摘》第1期發行了3000冊，現在它每期在全世界發行的冊數超過了3000萬。
本雜志為原版高清晰版，非掃描 ，擬真翻頁，閱讀效果非常好， 閱讀請先下載 ，zubu電子雜志閱讀軟體
需要下載專用閱讀器閱讀，下載地址：http://www.zubunet.com
參考資料：http://www.kekeci.cn
『叄』 "我乘飛機去巴黎需要兩個半小時" 「閱讀這本讀者文摘我花了一天的時間」英語翻譯
It takes two and a half hours to Paris by plane.
I spent all day long reading the Youth Digest .
『肆』 一篇微博上看的。原文:[cp]以前學英語的時候，買過一本《讀者文摘英漢對照選集》，裡面的故事都很好
以後看到好東西要收藏
『伍』 READER'S DIGEST讀者文摘(英文版)的TL是什麼版本
十月刊
『陸』 翻譯有關讀者的英文，急，追加50（在線等！）
《讀者》是一份深受大眾喜愛的雜志，其內容包括各類原創及轉載的文章，名著摘錄、笑話集錦、趣聞軼事、名人語錄和短篇小品文。她是在中國地區最廣為流傳的，與《讀者文摘》類似的雜志
『柒』 英文版讀者文摘讀後感150字。
「生活不是沒有美，而是缺少發現美的眼睛。生活不是沒有感動，而是缺少能夠感動的心靈。很多的感動，或許緣於瞬間的小事，而正是那麼多的小事，讓我們的心中充滿感動。」是啊，如果說我們的生活是一片毫無波瀾的湖水，那麼《讀者文摘》便是這片湖水裡泛起的點點漣漪，它用真摯的情感串起我們的心，親情，友情，愛情，都在這一刻化成一葉葉小舟，駛向那片名叫「感動」的彼岸。這本書給我帶來了從未有過的讀書經歷。曾經，為那一篇篇美麗而真實的愛情童話深深震撼；曾經，為那一股股感動人心的親情力量止不住地流淚；曾經，為那一段段感性哲學的小故事思考人生……情感的交織，智慧的碰撞，人性的對比，就像一個個滿滿的包裹，充實著我的人生。在《颶風中的兩個瞬間》文章中，我看到了一位偉大而又平凡的人在面對颶風時，選擇犧牲自己換取其他8個人的生命，正如小說人物福爾摩斯所說：「為了公眾的利益，我會毫不猶豫的接受死亡。」而作者最後的點睛之筆更是全文的亮點，每場災難都是對人類的嚴峻考驗，就在這些考驗中，我們往往會看到最光芒四射、最鏗鏘峻拔的魅力人性。在《一杯溫開水》中，我感受到了，一杯白開水都會蘊含著一份感動，蘊含著一份愛，它啟示了我，其實我們的生活中有許多細小的事物，也許它看上去普普通通，其貌不揚，但是在某一個特定的時間和空間里，它會成為一份盛滿感動的小禮盒，讓打開它的你流下幸福的眼淚。在《愛情的出口》中，我以一個特殊的視角見證了一段平凡卻感人至深的凄美愛情，還記得那句話「因為有愛情，這世上，就不會再有一個人的出口。」久久徘徊在我的耳畔，也許我沒有經歷過轟轟烈烈的愛情，但我明白了愛情並不是想像中的甜美可人，一段真正的感情需要悉心的呵護，更需要能夠承擔那份責任的決心。在這本書里，我讀到的不僅僅是一個個感人小故事，最大的收獲便是懂得了許多待人處事的態度與情感，明白了感動是需要去尋找，需要自己去感觸的，它一直都在你我的身邊。去留心身邊的那些人，那些事，也許我們就不會再抱怨命運的不公，取而待之的將會是會心而又燦爛的微笑，每當陰霾籠罩之時，不要低頭埋怨，抬起頭仔細尋找，也許你就能找到那縷照亮心靈的希望之光。也許，這本書並沒有世界名著那麼出名，那麼深沉，那麼偉大，但是它用朴實的文字和真摯的情感向我們展示了一個微觀的感動世界。如果說世界名著是正餐，每日必須，那麼這本書就是甜點，它會在我們酒足飯飽之時再送上一份來自內心深處的甜。
『捌』 有沒有「讀者文摘」英文版的網站呀提供一下
http://www..com/s?ie=gb2312&bs=%B2%CF%B3%E6+%D3%A2%D3%EF%B5%A5%B4%CA&sr=&z=&cl=3&f=8&wd=%B6%C1%D5%DF%CE%C4%D5%AA+%D3%A2%CE%C4%B0%E6&ct=0
你也真是的，自己都懶得回去搜答索ma?
『玖』 讀者文摘英文版多少錢
398元/年，好像只有網上訂閱
『拾』 求reader's digest（美國版讀者文摘）的英文簡介
"KIDS ON THE TRACK!"
Jack Murphy
Monday, May 1, 1989 was a pleasant morning in Ramsey, N.J. Kate Pritchard bent over her car trunk and struggled with the bags of groceries she'd just brought home. She heard the distant cry of a locomotive horn. The trains of Conrail passed less than 300 feet from the Pritchards' house. No fence separated their backyard from the track — only a thick row of trees. But, her sons, 3(1/2)-year-old Todd and 18-month-old Scott, were nearby, playing on the driveway.
"Stay right there," Kate said, "while Mommy puts the groceries away. Then we'll go inside and have lunch, okay?"
"Okay!" said Todd, giving a thumbs-up gesture he'd seen his father make.
"Okay!" echoed Scott, trying to his older brother.
7S\-I8| ? i3d V0They watched their mother enter the house with several bags.
Kate shut the refrigerator and hurried outside. Good. The boys were playing right where she'd left them.
As she lifted more bags from the trunk, Kate heard a train race past — a passenger express, she judged from its speed. She carried more bags into the house.
The sounds of the train apparently drew the boys' attention to the track. After making their way through the trees, they climbed to the top of the steep roadbed, knelt down along the railroad and began to play.
*w[)BY l0WvD W3k0A few thousand feet west, a freight train rolled slowly toward the children. Overhead lights signaled to engineer Rich Campana that the passenger train ahead was out of the way, and they could resume their normal speed of 40 miles per hour. The engineer adjusted the accelerator, then turned to conctor Anthony Falzo, a man, medium in height and strongly built, who had worked for Conrail for almost half of his 35 years.
"So what'd you do over the weekend, Anthony?"
"Oh, not much. Mostly messing around — a little TV, then bed. What else?"
Campana smiled. "Hey, you'd better cool down, Anthony — you're getting to be a real party animal!"
The two men laughed. They were still laughing as the train began gathering speed, moving at 21 miles per hour.
Rich and Anthony spotted something ahead at the same instant.
"What's that up there?" asked the engineer. Anthony didn't answer. Staring intently, he was trying to identify the curious shape on the track ahead. A box? Old rags?
Suddenly both men realized what it was. Rich threw on the emergency brake and pulled on the air-horn handle with all his strength.
The horn's blast and Anthony's words exploded at the same time: "Kids on the Track!"
Anthony sprang through the cab door onto a narrow running board six feet above the wheels and raced to the front of the swaying train. Climbing quickly down a steel ladder, he paused at the bottom, two feet above the roadbed flashing by.
Now he could clearly see the two little children. They were sitting alongside the rail. Anthony waved wildly and shouted, "Get away! Get away!"
He mentally calculated the train's deceleration rate and groaned. We'll never stop in time.
Absorbed in play, Todd and Scott did not hear the train. Finally, as the sound became thunderous, Scott looked up and froze.
Though the train was slowing, Anthony knew it was still going faster than he could run. So he forced himself to wait until he would be close enough to leap off and grab the boys. With perhaps ten feet left between them and the sharp-edged snowplow blade at the front of the train, Anthony sprang forward from the ladder. Landing on the loose, fist-size stones alongside the track, he had to struggle to keep his balance. In two giant steps he almost reached the children. They stared up at him in wide-eyed shock. Anthony, throwing his body into space, flew toward them.
The unending blast of the train horn struck Kate Pritchard like a hammer blow. "The boys! " she cried, and raced out the door. They were gone!
The track, she thought. I must get to the track!
As his body crashed downward, Anthony covered Todd while reaching out with one arm to grab Scott and pull him clear of the track. But the train had caught up to them. Anthony saw the black steel edge of the snowplow blade hit the young child under the chin, driving his head back and scraping over his face. Instantly, blood flashed across the boy's forehead.
Part of the train then punched into the back of Anthony's work jacket, tearing the nylon fabric. Still, Anthony managed to pull Scott completely under him.
He's dead, Anthony thought. He felt sick with horror. Burying his face in the stones, he pushed downward on the two boys with all his strength as the train passed inches above them.
The first person Kate saw when she reached the halted train was Todd. Her older boy was jumping up and down and crying uncontrollably. But Kate could see he wasn't injured. She grabbed and hugged him. Then she saw the still figure of a man lying under the third car. Scott's head, a mask of darkening blood, was visible under him. Kate ran to them. "Scott!" she screamed.
Anthony twisted to face her. "Lady," he said, his voice calm, "go to your house. Call the police and ambulance." Kate, only half hearing him, extended her arms to take her baby. Anthony spoke again, more sharply, "Ma'am, listen! Go to your house and call the police — call an ambulance. Go!"
Kate tore back to the house, made the calls, then reached her husband, Gary, via his beeper.
When the first police car arrived, Anthony was still holding little Scott. The conctor knew from the child's cries that he was alive, but Scott might have internal injuries that any movement could worsen. So Anthony insisted the emergency personnel check the boy before he would release his grip. Miraculously, Scott's injuries were not serious, requiring just 13 stitches.
fgkm:ovS0There had only been 14 inches between the plow blade and the ground. Reporters later asked Anthony if he had hesitated before risking his life.
"No," he replied. "All I could think was that those two little kids have their whole lives still ahead of them, and if I do nothing, they're dead. There was no way I could let that happen."
Soon after the incident, Anthony visited the Pritchards' home. He recalls putting his arms around Todd and Scott and lifting them. "It made me remember the moment when I first sheltered them under the train. It was a strange feeling, holding them again — and wonderful too."
Since that first visit, the Pritchards say that Anthony has almost become a member of the family. They also report that a fence now separates their neighborhood from the railroad track.
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