『壹』 有渠道能弄到《读者文摘》英语原版，用它来学英文怎么样
你的英文程度如何呀，《读者文摘》是有网络版本的，但需要一定英文基础的专，并且单纯看也学不到属什么呀，你不知道美国读者文摘开发一套在线英语口语学习课程English20 Star吗？它是很有特色的英语口语学习课程，每天20分钟就OK了
『贰』 推荐些优秀英语杂志，文章作者为地道外国人的
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试一下电子期刊吧！美国著名的《读者文摘》（reader's digest)
2008年8月
下载：http://lib.verycd.com/2007/07/31/0000158513.html
中文名称：美国文摘
英文名称：ReadersDigest
版本：更新到2008年8月最新
发行时间：2008年
地区：美国
语言：英语
简介：
美国《读者文摘》月刊是世界销路最畅的杂志，每月在世界163个国家，以59个版本和15种文字，与1亿以上的读者见面。 《读者文摘》创办人华莱土自幼喜爱读书并做摘录。一次战争中，他负了伤，在病床边涉猎了大量书报。他想，若把这些好文章集中起来，让更多的人看到该有多好，于是就在医院里做文章的浓缩工作。后来，他的工作得到了新婚夫人丽拉的支持，两个人经过努力，用自己有限的钱，印出了第1期，使它在纽约街头同读者见了面。
《读者文摘》创办59年来，保持着自己特有的风格。它坚持通俗性、知识性和趣味性，内容十分广泛。它的稿件来自各阶层，从专家、学者到经理、律师，以至店员、教师、工人和农民。《读者文摘》讲究文稿质量，强调文笔的优美，要求压缩后的文摘或书籍的缩编仍能保留原文、原作的文采和风格，材料十分丰富，在亿万读者中享有良好的声誉。
1922年《读者文摘》第1期发行了3000册，现在它每期在全世界发行的册数超过了3000万。
本杂志为原版高清晰版，非扫描 ，拟真翻页，阅读效果非常好， 阅读请先下载 ，zubu电子杂志阅读软件
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『叁』 "我乘飞机去巴黎需要两个半小时" “阅读这本读者文摘我花了一天的时间”英语翻译
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]以前学英语的时候，买过一本《读者文摘英汉对照选集》，里面的故事都很好
以后看到好东西要收藏
『伍』 READER'S DIGEST读者文摘(英文版)的TL是什么版本
十月刊
『陆』 翻译有关读者的英文，急，追加50（在线等！）
《读者》是一份深受大众喜爱的杂志，其内容包括各类原创及转载的文章，名著摘录、笑话集锦、趣闻轶事、名人语录和短篇小品文。她是在中国地区最广为流传的，与《读者文摘》类似的杂志
『柒』 英文版读者文摘读后感150字。
“生活不是没有美，而是缺少发现美的眼睛。生活不是没有感动，而是缺少能够感动的心灵。很多的感动，或许缘于瞬间的小事，而正是那么多的小事，让我们的心中充满感动。”是啊，如果说我们的生活是一片毫无波澜的湖水，那么《读者文摘》便是这片湖水里泛起的点点涟漪，它用真挚的情感串起我们的心，亲情，友情，爱情，都在这一刻化成一叶叶小舟，驶向那片名叫“感动”的彼岸。这本书给我带来了从未有过的读书经历。曾经，为那一篇篇美丽而真实的爱情童话深深震撼；曾经，为那一股股感动人心的亲情力量止不住地流泪；曾经，为那一段段感性哲学的小故事思考人生……情感的交织，智慧的碰撞，人性的对比，就像一个个满满的包裹，充实着我的人生。在《飓风中的两个瞬间》文章中，我看到了一位伟大而又平凡的人在面对飓风时，选择牺牲自己换取其他8个人的生命，正如小说人物福尔摩斯所说：“为了公众的利益，我会毫不犹豫的接受死亡。”而作者最后的点睛之笔更是全文的亮点，每场灾难都是对人类的严峻考验，就在这些考验中，我们往往会看到最光芒四射、最铿锵峻拔的魅力人性。在《一杯温开水》中，我感受到了，一杯白开水都会蕴含着一份感动，蕴含着一份爱，它启示了我，其实我们的生活中有许多细小的事物，也许它看上去普普通通，其貌不扬，但是在某一个特定的时间和空间里，它会成为一份盛满感动的小礼盒，让打开它的你流下幸福的眼泪。在《爱情的出口》中，我以一个特殊的视角见证了一段平凡却感人至深的凄美爱情，还记得那句话“因为有爱情，这世上，就不会再有一个人的出口。”久久徘徊在我的耳畔，也许我没有经历过轰轰烈烈的爱情，但我明白了爱情并不是想象中的甜美可人，一段真正的感情需要悉心的呵护，更需要能够承担那份责任的决心。在这本书里，我读到的不仅仅是一个个感人小故事，最大的收获便是懂得了许多待人处事的态度与情感，明白了感动是需要去寻找，需要自己去感触的，它一直都在你我的身边。去留心身边的那些人，那些事，也许我们就不会再抱怨命运的不公，取而待之的将会是会心而又灿烂的微笑，每当阴霾笼罩之时，不要低头埋怨，抬起头仔细寻找，也许你就能找到那缕照亮心灵的希望之光。也许，这本书并没有世界名著那么出名，那么深沉，那么伟大，但是它用朴实的文字和真挚的情感向我们展示了一个微观的感动世界。如果说世界名著是正餐，每日必须，那么这本书就是甜点，它会在我们酒足饭饱之时再送上一份来自内心深处的甜。
『捌』 有没有“读者文摘”英文版的网站呀提供一下
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，自己都懒得回去搜答索ma?
『玖』 读者文摘英文版多少钱
398元/年，好像只有网上订阅
『拾』 求reader's digest（美国版读者文摘）的英文简介
"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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