初中语文阅读杂志

初中语文阅读杂志

《语文月刊》《素材》《创新作文》《最小说》《男生 女生》《课堂内外》《中学生博览》 《辽宁青年》 《读友》《读者》《中学生》《花季雨季》《意林》《青年文摘》《格言》《故事会》《少年博览》………………希望以上我推荐的您能喜欢，谢谢！

以下为个人推荐：文学版——（提高写作水平）《儿童文学》，不要小看了这名字，虽说名字有点那啥，但是内容非常不错，很多短篇小说都有评价，文笔有清新的，有可爱的，还有真人故事，相当不错。《读友》，这杂志就有点小说味道了，封面十分漂亮，分两版，清新版，炫动版。清新版的封面后面还有些相当唯美的图片和句子。内容也十分符合咱中学生的胃口，小说不到，言情出头。《读者》，此乃经典版，有些深奥，不过看起来是想到爽，都是小文章，大道理。还有些小笑话能放松放松，这是休息时的第一推荐。《少年文艺》，也是经典啊，比较童话，文笔挺不错，有点叶圣陶的《稻草人》的感觉。《读书与作文（东方少年）》，这个就比较小学生了，个人不是很喜欢。娱乐版——《中学生青春阅读》，强推！！！我也订了，十分惊喜啊。封面唯美，水彩风，内容也有点儿小说的感觉，而且每期还随机有小说，上次我就看到了《虹之绽》（明晓溪的），插图太爱了！好漂亮的呢！十分潮流时尚，有明星的，还有网络流行的。上次拿到的书里面就有张翰等明星的手机壳图案，超级有爱。《花火》，多为悲剧，文风相当的唯美，典型的日本风。不过是言情的。《我们爱科学》，表小看了这个名字，相当不错，有趣儿，考古的，高科技的，实验的，都有。今天才从我同学那里借了本，强推。《新蕾》，不多说，好书一本。《仙度瑞拉》，言情的，明晓溪主编。文风清新可爱，只是多为连载，不过都是好文啊。……没了，好的没了，真想不出来了，采纳吧，我可是憋了好久的，~(@^_^@)~

语文最好还是自己买本参考书做吧。《意林》《格言》《青年文摘》都可以积累素材，个人比较喜欢后两本书，趣味性较强一点。

2020年初中语文杂志有《语文教学之友》、《中学语文教学》、《中学语文教学参考》、《语文教学通讯》、《语文研究》、《中学语文》、《学语文》、《初中语文教与学》、《中学语文园地》等等。

初中学生阅读杂志

漫画小说类的话，现在很多都在看《最小说》的，其实《新蕾》不错呐，还有《男生女生》，《萌芽》也很好，我是建议买《新蕾》或《萌芽》的。。。文学类的话我曾经订过《收获》，就是纯文学的，大多数人兴趣不大，那个《读者》、《意林》、《青年文摘》之类的也是不错的，杂文类的。学习辅导之类的我订过《数理天地》，至少对我来说是不错，还有《中学生作文》。。。价格也都还可以的!

以下为个人推荐：文学版——（提高写作水平）《儿童文学》，不要小看了这名字，虽说名字有点那啥，但是内容非常不错，很多短篇小说都有评价，文笔有清新的，有可爱的，还有真人故事，相当不错。《读友》，这杂志就有点小说味道了，封面十分漂亮，分两版，清新版，炫动版。清新版的封面后面还有些相当唯美的图片和句子。内容也十分符合咱中学生的胃口，小说不到，言情出头。《读者》，此乃经典版，有些深奥，不过看起来是想到爽，都是小文章，大道理。还有些小笑话能放松放松，这是休息时的第一推荐。《少年文艺》，也是经典啊，比较童话，文笔挺不错，有点叶圣陶的《稻草人》的感觉。《读书与作文（东方少年）》，这个就比较小学生了，个人不是很喜欢。娱乐版——《中学生青春阅读》，强推！！！我也订了，十分惊喜啊。封面唯美，水彩风，内容也有点儿小说的感觉，而且每期还随机有小说，上次我就看到了《虹之绽》（明晓溪的），插图太爱了！好漂亮的呢！十分潮流时尚，有明星的，还有网络流行的。上次拿到的书里面就有张翰等明星的手机壳图案，超级有爱。《花火》，多为悲剧，文风相当的唯美，典型的日本风。不过是言情的。《我们爱科学》，表小看了这个名字，相当不错，有趣儿，考古的，高科技的，实验的，都有。今天才从我同学那里借了本，强推。《新蕾》，不多说，好书一本。《仙度瑞拉》，言情的，明晓溪主编。文风清新可爱，只是多为连载，不过都是好文啊。……没了，好的没了，真想不出来了，采纳吧，我可是憋了好久的，~(@^_^@)~

《读者》里边有好多值得看得有意义的文章而且有好多事例或好的文段能够用到作文中，使作文水平得到很好很好的提高价钱也不贵我和我们班好多同学都看那个

我认为《读者》不错，有很多人生哲理。《中学生博览》这本杂志很好。因为里面有很多不同的知识比如：新闻、作文、笑话…内容丰富，价格又不贵。你可以看一看。《大自然探索》也很好，有很多平时没看过的，泛听过的科学知识，比如《印度红雨之迷》、《水怪之迷》、《UFO之迷》…

英语文章阅读初中

初三英语阅读文章

适合初三学生欣赏的英语阅读文章有哪些呢?下面是我提供给大家的初三的英语阅读的文章，希望大家喜欢!

第一篇 ：感激父母

All you remember about your child being an infant is the incredible awe you felt about the precious miracle you created. You remember having plenty of time to bestow all your wisdom and knowledge. You thought your child would take all of your advice and make fewer mistakes, and be much smarter than you were. You wished for your child to hurry and grow up.

All you remember about your child being two is never using the restroom alone or getting to watch a movie without talking animals. You recall afternoons talking on the phone while crouching in the bedroom closet, and being convinced your child would be the first Ivy League college student to graduate wearing pullovers at the ceremony. You remember worrying about the bag of M&M's melting in your pocket and ruining your good dress. You wished for your child to be more independent.

All you remember about your child being five is the first day of school and finally having the house to yourself. You remember joining the PTA and being elected president when you left a meeting to use the restroom. You remember being asked "Is Santa real?" and saying "yes" because he had to be for a little bit longer. You remember shaking the sofa cushions for loose change, so the toothfairy could come and take away your child's first lost tooth. You wished for your child to have all permanent teeth.

All you remember about your child being seven is the carpool schedule. You learned to apply makeup in two minutes and brush your teeth in the rearview mirror because the only time you had to yourself was when you were stopped at red lights. You considered painting your car yellow and posting a "taxi" sign on the lawn next to the garage door. You remember people staring at you, the few times you were out of the car, because you kept flexing your foot and making acceleration noises. You wished for the day your child would learn how to drive.

All you remember about your child being ten is managing the school fund-raisers. You sold wrapping paper for paint, T-shirts for new furniture, and magazine subscriptions for shade trees in the school playground. You remember storing a hundred cases of candy bars in the garage to sell so the school band could get new uniforms, and how they melted together on an unseasonably warm spring afternoon. You wished your child would grow out of playing an instrument.

All you remember about your child being twelve is sitting in the stands during baseball practice and hoping your child's team would strike out fast because you had more important things to do at home. The coach didn't understand how busy you were. You wished the baseball season would be over soon.

All you remember about your child being fourteen is being asked not to stop the car in front of the school in the morning. You had to drive two blocks further and unlock the doors without coming to a complete stop. You remember not getting to kiss your child goodbye or talking to him in front of his friends. You wished your child would be more mature.

All you remember about your child being sixteen is loud music and undecipherable lyrics screamed to a rhythmic beat. You wished for your child to grow up and leave home with the stereo.

All you remember about your child being eighteen is the day they were born and having all the time in the world.

And, as you walk through your quiet house, you wonder where they went and you wish your child hadn't grown up so fast.

当你的孩子是个婴儿时，你所记得的，是你对自己创造出的堪称完美奇迹的作品，感到不可思议的敬畏。你记得你有大量的时间去传授你所有的智慧和知识。你认为你的孩子将会接受你所有的忠告而少犯错误，将会比孩提时代的你聪明许多。你多希望你的孩子快快长大。

孩子两岁时，你所记得的，是从不能独自使用卫生间，从不看一部与动物无关的电影。你记得那些蜷缩在卧室储衣间跟朋友通电话的下午，深信你的孩子将是第一个身着套头衫出席毕业典礼的常春藤名牌大学毕业生。你记得你担心那袋M&M巧克力糖会在你的`衣兜里融化，毁了你体面的衣服。你多希望你的孩子更独立些。

孩子5岁时，你所记得的，是他上学第一天你终于独自拥有整个房子了。你记得参加家长—教师联系会，在你离开会议室去洗手间时，你当选为会长。你记得孩子问你“圣诞老人是真的吗?”你回答“是的”，因为他还需要你的肯定回答，尽管不久他就能自己判断了。你记得在沙发垫子下一通翻腾要找出些零钱，这样牙齿仙女就会来把你孩子掉的第一颗牙带走。你多希望孩子的牙都换成了恒牙。

孩子7岁时，你所记得的，是合伙用车的时间安排。你学会了在两分钟内化完妆，照着汽车后视镜刷牙，因为你能给你自己找出的时间就只有汽车停在红灯前的那小段。你想过把你的车子漆成黄色，并在车库门旁的草坪上立一个“出租车”的标志牌。你记得有几次你下车后，人们盯着你，因为你不断用脚踩油门加速，制造噪音。你多希望孩子有一天能学会开车。

孩子10岁时，你所记得的，是怎么组织学校的募捐者。你们为重新粉刷学校兜售包装纸，为购置新家具兜售体恤衫，为在学校操场上种植遮阳树劝人订阅各种杂志。你记得你在车库里存放了上百盒糖果等待出售，得到钱后学校的乐队就可以购置新制服，可是那些糖果竟在一个暖和得过头的春天的下午全都融化在一起了。你多希望孩子长大，不再演奏什么乐器了。

孩子12岁时，你所记得的，是孩子在体育场打棒球练习赛时，你坐在看台上希望你孩子所在的队很快三击不中出局，因为家里还有更重要的事等你去做。教练不明白你为什么那么忙。你多希望棒球赛季能尽快结束。

孩子14岁时，你所记得的，是他不让你早晨把汽车停在校门口。你不得不开过两个街区，车还没停稳就赶紧打开车门。你记得没能在他的朋友面前跟他吻别或说话。你多希望孩子能更成熟些。

孩子16岁时，你所记得的，是吵闹的音乐和以富有节奏的拍子尖声唱出的难以听懂的歌词。你多希望孩子快点长大成人，带着音响离开家吧。

孩子18岁时，你所记得的，是他们出生的那一天，拥有世间所有的时光。

当你在静静的房子里走来走去时，你纳闷他们去哪里了——你多希望孩子别这么快就长大了。

第二篇：勇气Courage

The courage of life is often a less dramatic spectacle than the courage of a final moment; but it is no less a magnificent mixture of triumph and tragedy. A man does what he must----in spite of personal consequences， in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures----and that is the basis of all human be courageous…requires no exceptional qualifications， no magic formula， no special combination of time， place and circumstance. It is an opportunity that sooner or later is presented to us all. Politics merely furnishes one arena which imposes special tests of courage. In whatever arena of life one may meet the challenge of courage， whatever may be the sacrifices he faces if he follows his conscience----the loss of his friends， his fortune， his contentment， even the esteem of his fellow men----each man must decide for himself the course he will follow. The stories of past courage can define that ingredient----they can teach， they can offer hope， they can provide inspiration. But they cannot supply courage itself. For this each man must look into his own soul.

生活之中的勇气，通常不会像千钧一发时的勇气那样充满戏剧性;但他人不失为是一个胜利与悲剧的壮观组合。一个人将个人得失，障碍、危险还有压力抛在脑后，只是做他必须做的，而这便是人类一切道德的基础。勇敢，不需要突出的品质，不需要秘诀，不需要天时地利，每个人或早或晚都有机会。政治不过是对勇气进行特别考验的一个竞技场而已，在人生的每一个竞技场上勇气都会前来挑战。如果你跟随你的良心，那么任何东西都可能被牺牲：朋友，财产，满足，甚至是别人对你的尊重。走哪条路只能由自己来决定。前人的故事可以告诉你什么叫勇敢。他们能够教你，能够给你希望和灵感，但不能给你真正的勇气，要得到它你必须要发掘自己的灵魂。

适合七年级的英语阅读文章

英语现在已经发展成为一个在世界范围内使用最广泛的语言。英语作为英美文化信息的载体和表现形式,一度深深地烙上了英美独有的文化印记。下面我收集了英语的阅读文章，很适合七年级的同学阅读欣赏，希望同学们喜欢!

You went to the butcher's for meat, the pharmacy for aspirin, and the grocery store for food. But when I spent the summer with my Grandmother in Warwick, ., she sent me down to the general store with a list. How could I hope to find anything on the packed, jumbled shelves around me?

I walked up to the counter. Behind it was a lady like no one I'd ever seen. Fake-jewel-encrusted glasses teetered on the tip of her nose, gray hair was piled on her head.

"Excuse me," I said. She looked up.

"You're that Clements kid," she said. "I'm Miss Bee. Come closer and let me get a look at you." She pushed her glasses up her nose. "I want to be able to describe you to the sheriff if something goes missing from the store."

"I'm not a thief!" I was shocked. I was seven year too young to be a thief!

"From what I can see you're not much of anything. But I can tell you've got potential." She went back to reading her newspaper.

"I need to get these." I said, holding up my list.

"So? Go get them." Miss Bee pointed to a sign on the screen door. "There's no one here except you and me and I'm not your servant, so I suggest you get yourself a basket from that pile over there and start filling. If you're lucky you'll be home by sundown."

Sundown was five hours away. I wasn't sure I would make it.

I scanned the nearest shelf for the first item on my list: pork and beans. It took me three wall-to-wall searches before I found a can nestled between boxes of cereal and bread. Next up was toilet paper, found under the daily newspaper. Band-Aids—where had I seen them? Oh, ye next to the face cream. The store was a puzzle, but it held some surprises too. I found a new Superman comic tucked behind the peanut butter.

I visited Miss Bee a couple of times a week that summer. Sometimes she short-changed me. Other times she overcharged. Or sold me an old newspaper instead of one that was current. Going to the store was more like going into battle. I left my Grandma's house armed with my list—memorized to the letter—and marched into Miss Bee's like General Patton marching into North Africa.

"That can of beans is only twenty-nine cents!" I corrected her one afternoon. I had watched the numbers change on the cash register closely, and Miss Bee had added 35 cents. She didn't seem embarrassed that I had caught her overcharging. She just looked at me over her glasses and fixed the price.

Not that she ever let me declare victory. All summer long she found ways to trip me up. No sooner had I learned how to pronounce bicarbonate of soda and memorized its location on the shelf, than Miss Bee rearranged the shelves and made me hunt for it all over again. By summer's end the shopping trip that had once taken me an hour was done in 15 minutes. The morning I was to return to Brooklyn, I stopped in to get a packet of gum.

"All right, Miss Potential," she said. "What did you learn this summer?" That you're a meany! I pressed my lips together. To my amazement, Miss Bee laughed. "I know what you think of me," she said. "Well, here's a news flash: I don't care! Each of us is put on this earth for a reason. I believe my job is to teach every child I meet ten life lessons to help them. Think what you will, Miss Potential, but when you get older you'll be glad our paths crossed!" Glad I met Miss Bee? Ha! The idea was absurd...

Until one day my daughter came to me with homework troubles.

"It's too hard," she said. "Could you finish my math problems for me?"

"If I do it for you how will you ever learn to do it yourself?" I said. Suddenly, I was back at that general store where I had learned the hard way to tally up my bill along with the cashier. Had I ever been overcharged since?

As my daughter went back to her homework, I wondered: Had Miss Bee really taught me something all those years ago? I took out some scrap paper and started writing.

Sure enough, I had learned ten life lessons:

1. Listen well.

2. Never assume—things aren't always the same as they were yesterday.

3. Life is full of surprises.

4. Speak up and ask questions.

5. Don't expect to be bailed out of a predicament.

6. Everyone isn't as honest as I try to be.

7. Don't be so quick to judge other people.

8. Try my best, even when the task seems beyond me.

9. Double-check everything.

10. The best teachers aren't only in school.

The significant inscription found on an old key---“If I rest, I rust”---would be an excellent motto for those who are afflicted with the slightest bit of idleness. Even the most industrious person might adopt it with advantage to serve as a reminder that, if one allows his faculties to rest, like the iron in the unused key, they will soon show signs of rust and, ultimately, cannot do the work required of them.

Those who would attain the heights reached and kept by great men must keep their faculties polished by constant use, so that they may unlock the doors of knowledge, the gate that guard the entrances to the professions, to science, art, literature, agriculture---every department of human endeavor.

Industry keeps bright the key that opens the treasury of achievement. If Hugh Miller, after toiling all day in a quarry, had devoted his evenings to rest and recreation, he would never have become a famous geologist. The celebrated mathematician, Edmund Stone, would never have published a mathematical dictionary, never have found the key to science of mathematics, if he had given his spare moments to idleness, had the little Scotch lad, Ferguson, allowed the busy brain to go to sleep while he tended sheep on the hillside instead of calculating the position of the stars by a string of beads, he would never have become a famous astronomer.

Labor vanquishes all---not inconstant, spasmodic, or ill-directed labor; but faithful, unremitting, daily effort toward a well-directed purpose. Just as truly as eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, so is eternal industry the price of noble and enduring success.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room‘s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn‘t hear the band - he could see it in his mind‘s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly and painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.

As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold.

Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" He then stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family, but realizing his father was very old, he thought perhaps he should go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make the arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.

When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago.

With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words… "PAID IN FULL".

How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. Sometimes we don't realize the good fortune we have or we could have because we expect "the packaging" to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just waiting to be opened.

英语杂志阅读

我认为不错，既有优美的插图，也有好的英文句子。可以提升自己的英语水平，也适合青少年看

如果是要全英英文的杂志的话，我建议购买美国版的国家地理杂志价格也不贵，如果要国内生产的杂志的话，英语街是个不错的选择。

纽约时报，英语广场，疯狂英语中学版，中学生英语杂志，空中英语教室，这些英文杂志都是非常有含金量的。

《Reader's Digest》，《Vanity Fair》，《The Economist》，Wired，1843 Magazine ，这些都比较适合学生们看。

中国杂志阅读

我一直在用的“VIVA畅读”挺不错的，在市面上能买到的杂志，和VIVA畅读有合作的都可以在上面看到免费的电子版。可以在线阅读，也可以离线下载，没有网的时候这一点特别方便。 除了杂志还有新闻资讯和自媒体的内容，感觉装一个可以少装好多app。

好的书籍是最贵重的珍宝，现在大家跟着杂志云小编来看看中国最畅销的杂志排行榜吧。

一.《读者》

【杂志简介】

《读者》杂志创刊于1981年1月，是甘肃人民出版社主办的一份综合类文摘杂志。原名《读者文摘》，1981年创刊时的《读者文摘》只有48页，而且是双月刊，新闻纸黑白印刷，售价三角。杂志创刊一年，发行量达到16万。1982年底，发行量达到42万。1983年，发行量突破136万。

若不是心宽似海，哪有人生风平浪静。学会自我解脱，因为这样才能自我超越；人生是一本大书，能读进去并读懂的是聪慧，能读进去又读出来的是智慧，能读出来并参透的是觉。

二.《婴儿画报》

《婴儿画报》创刊于1985年，是国内第一家以0-4岁婴儿为读者对象的图画刊物，提供最佳阅读内容，打造婴儿杂志第一品牌。

本期看点

画面大、文字大、形象可爱、色彩鲜明，特别符合婴幼儿年龄阅读的特点。时至今日，每一本婴儿画报杂志，都有50万小读者在共同阅读。

三.《博物》

《博物》以青少年为主要读者对象，引导学生走进自然、勇于实践、博学广纳、探索求实的世界。杂志是一本面向青少年学生的自然人文综合知识类刊物，它提倡博物学的复兴，引导学生走进自然、勇于实践、博学广纳、探索求知.

广泛涉猎天文、地理、生物、历史等诸多领域，具有科学性、权威性、趣味性，对青少年的健康成长起到良性的引导作用。博物学强调主体的情感渗透，要去亲身体悟自然之整体性和玄妙。

四.《Vista看天下》

《vista 看天下》也不是一本因没有激烈言辞而显得很乏味的杂志，其向读者所展示的世界，正如其名字一样，能让人有透过这扇明窗一览天下的感觉.

主要以政治、历史、社会（包括财经）为主要内容，回顾精彩历史事件，报道和评论时政热点。也有关于文娱和日常生活常识及最新科技小发明介绍的文字，以及一些世界新闻趣图。

五.《半月谈》

《半月谈》以积极热情地宣传党的方针政策、当好党和人民的耳目喉舌为己任，坚持围绕党和国家重大决策的出台确定报道选题，及时准确地解读中央的方针政策。“念真经”、“不走调”，以先进文化和健康向上的价值观念，唱响、唱好主旋律。

2011中国十大杂志（期刊）排行榜》：《读者》 综合类《半月谈》 时事政治类《知音》 综合类《瑞丽》 时尚/女性类《南风窗》 政经新闻类《新周刊》 时事生活类《财经》 经济类《中国国家地理》 科普类《青年文摘》 综合类《家庭》 生活类