读书笔记英文版

读书笔记英文版（共6篇）

篇1：读书笔记英文版

文/吴梦薇

Background of Jane Eyre

Jane Eyre is the masterpiece of Charlotte Bronte, an English woman author in 19th century. The works possess romanticism and realism. It is also thought that this book is author’s autobiography.

Introduction of Jane Eyre

Jane was a pure and thinkable woman, who lived in substrata of society and struck with life. But she was fractious and the sprite of perusing happiness. The works sing the love respecting each other and break away from conman customs and preoccupation. The most successful of this book is to figure a female image who dared to gainst and try for liberte and egalite.

Characteristics of characters

Jane Eyre was a born resister, whose parents went off when she was very young, and her aunt，the only relative she had，treated her as badly as a ragtag. She had a terrible childhood but it’s not affected her future because she is poor but aspiring, small in body but huge in soul, obscure but self-respecting girl.

Jane was also a thinkable woman in her love, she thought love is equal, free and respecting, so she gain a happy ending with beautiful personality.

My thoughts of Jane Eyre

Jane owns goodness for her lover, Rochester, who lost arms and eyes, and also for someone who had hurt her.

Jane owns pursuit for justice; it helps her to promote goodness on one side and check the badness on the other side.

Jane owns self-respect and clear situation on equality. Also her life experience is hardships, but she never underrates herself. She thinks everyone is the same. She has the right to gain happiness through hardworking.

Jane owns toughness, confidence and striving for life……

She is not beautiful and wealthy and very normal in conman’s mind. But in my opinion, the beauty on the face is not important than in the heart because the beauty of heart could live forever but not the beauty of face.

So, to me or to all girls in the world, we needn’t inferiority and complaint with ourselves if we don’t have beauty and wealth because the true happiness is not gained by the tow things. Actually, we should learn to be a person who is like Jane, how fearless woman.

篇2：读书笔记英文版

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A singular notion dawned upon me. I doubted not—never doubted – that if Mr. Reed had been alive he would have treated me kindly; and now, as I sat looking at the white bed and overshadowed walls – occasionally also turning a fascinated eye towards the dimly gleaming mirror—I began to recall what I had heard of dead men, troubled in their graves by the violation of their last wishes, revising the earth to punish the perjured and avenge the oppressed; and I thought Mr. Reed’s spirit, harassed by the wrong of his sister’s child, might quit its abode—whether in the church vault or in the unknown world of the departed – and rise before me in this chamber. I wiped my tears and hushed my sobs, fearful lest any sign of violent grief might waken a preternatural voice to comfort me, or elicit from the gloom some haloed face, bending over me with strange pity. This idea, consolatory in theory I felt would be terrible if realized: with all my might I endeavored to stifle it—I endeavored to be firm. Shaking my hair from my eyes, I lifted my head and tried to look boldly around the dark room; at this moment a light gleamed on the wall. Was it, I asked myself, a ray from the moon penetrating some aperture in the blind? No; moonlight was still, and this stirred; while I gazed, it glided up to the ceiling and quivered over my head. I can now conjecture readily that this streak of light was, in all likelihood, a gleam from a lantern carried by some one across the lawn; but then, prepared as my mind was for horror, shaken as my nerves were by agitation, I thought the swift-darting beam was a herald of some coming vision from another world. My heart beat thick, my head grew hot; a sound filled my ears, which I deemed the rushing of wings; something seemed near me; I was oppressed, suffocated: endurance broke down; I rushed to the door and shook the lock in desperate effort. Steps came running along the outer passage; the key turned, Bessie and Abbot entered.

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The next thing I remember is waking up with a feeling as if I had had a frightful nightmare, and seeing before me a terrible red glare, crossed with thick black bars. I heard voices, too, speaking with a hollow sound, and as if muffled by a rush of wind or water agitation, uncertainty, and an all-predominating sense of terror confused my faculties. Ere long, I became aware that some one was handling me; lifting me up and supporting me in a sitting posture, and that more tenderly than I had ever been raised or upheld before. I rested my head against a pillow or an arm, and felt easy.

In five minutes more the cloud of bewilderment dissolved: I knew quite well that I was in my own bed, and that the red glare was the nursery fire. It was night: a candle burnt on the table: Bessie stood at the bed-foot with a basin in her hand, and a gentleman sat in a chair near my pillow, leaning over me.

I felt an inexpressible relief, a soothing conviction of protection and security, when I knew that there was a stranger in the room and individual not belonging to Gateshead , and not related to Mrs. Reed. Turning from Bessie (though her presence was far less obnoxious to me than that of Abbot, for instance, would have been), I scrutinized the face of the gentlemen: I knew him; it was Mr. Lloyd, an apothecary, sometimes called in by Mrs. Reed when the servant were ailing: for herself and the children she employed a physician.

P14

Bessie had been down into the kitchen, and she brought up with her a tart on a certain brightly painted china plate, whose bird of paradise, nestling in a wreath of convolvuli and rosebuds, had been wont to stir in me a most enthusiastic sense of admiration and which plate I had often petitioned to be allowed to take in my hand in order to examine it more closely, but had always hitherto been deemed unworthy such a privilege. This precious vessel was now placed on my knee, and I was cordially invited to eat the circlet of delicate pastry upon it. Vain favour! Coming, like most other favours long deferred and often wished for, too late! I could not ear the tart: and the plumage of the bird, the tints of the flowers seemed strangely faded! I put both plate and tart away. Bessie asked if I would have a book: the word book acted as a transient stimulus, and I begged her to fetch Gulliver’s Travels from the library. This book I had again and again perused with delight. I considered a narrative of facts, and discovered in it a vein of interest deeper than what I found in fairy tales: for as to the elves, having sought them in vain among foxglove leaves and bells under mushrooms and beneath the ground-ivy mantling old wallnooks, I had at length make up my mind to the sad truth, that they were all gone out of England to some savage country where the woods were wilder and thicker and the population more scant; whereas Lilliputt and Brobdingnag being, in my creed, solid parts of the earth’s surface, I doubted not that I might one day, by taking a long voyage, see with my own eyes the little fields, houses and trees, the diminutive people, the tiny cows, sheep and birds of the one realm; and the cornfields forest-high, the mighty mastiffs, the monster cats, the tower-like men and women of the other. Yet, when this cherished volume was now placed in my hands—when I turned over its leaves, and sought in its marvelous pictures the charm I had, till now, never failed to find—all was eerie and dreary ; the faints were gaunt goblins, the pigmies malevolent and fearful imps, Gulliver a most desolate wanderer in most dread and dangerous regions. I closed the book, which I dared no longer peruse, and put it on the table beside the untasted tart.

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The good apothecary appeared a little puzzled. I was standing before him: he fixed his eyes on me very steadily: his eyes were small and gray, not very bright; but I dare say I should think them shrewd now: he had a hard-featured yet good-natured looking-face. Having considered me at leisure, he said, ‘what made you ill yesterday?’

P20

From my discourse with Mr. Lloyd, and from the above reported conference between Bessie and Abbot, I gathered enough of hope to suffice as a movie for wishing to get well: a change seemed near—I desired and waited it in silence. It tarried, however; days and weeks passed; I had regained my normal state of health, but no new allusion was made to the subject over which I brooded. Mrs. Reed surveyed me at times with a severe eye, but seldom addressed me; since my illness she had drawn a more marked line of separation than ever between me and her own children, appointing me a small closet to sleep in by myself, condemning me to take my meals alone, and pass all my time in the nursery, while my cousins were constantly in the drawing-room. Not a hint, however did she drop about sending me to school; still I felt an instinctive certainty that she would not long endure me under the same roof with her; for her glance, now more than ever, when turned on me, expressed and insuperable and rooted aversion.

P21

Mrs. Reed was rather a stout woman; but, on hearing this strange and audacious declaration, she ran nimbly up the stair, swept me like a whirlwind into the nursery, and crushing me down on the edge of my crib, dared me in and emphatic voice to rise from that place, or utter one syllable, during the remainder of the day.

“What would Uncle Reed say to you, if he were alive? ” was my scarcely voluntary demand. I say scarcely voluntary, for it seemed as if my tongue pronounced words without my will consenting to their utterance: something spoke out of me over which I had no control.

P22

I then sat with my doll on my knee, till the fire got low, glancing round occasionally to make sure that nothing worse than myself haunted the shadowy room; and when the embers sank to a dull red, I undressed hastily, tugging at knots and strings as I best might, and sought shelter from cold and darkness in my crib. To this crib I always took my doll; human beings must love something, and, in the dearth of worthier objects of affection, I contrived to find a pleasure in loving and cherishing a faded graven image, shabby as a miniature scarecrow. It puzzled me now to remember with what absurd sincerity I doted on this little toy, half fancying it alive and capable of sensation. I could not sleep unless it was folded in my nightgown; and when it lay there safe and warm, I was comparatively happy, believing it to be happy likewise.

Long did the hour seem while I waited the departure of the company, and listened for the sound of Bessie step on the stairs. Sometimes she would come up in the interval to seek her thimble or her scissors, or perhaps to bring me something by way of supper—a bun or cheese-cake – then would sit on the bed while ate it, and when I had finished, she would tuck the clothes round me, and twice she kissed me and said, ’Good night, Miss Jane.’ When thus gentle, Bessie seemed to me best, prettiest, kindest being in the world; and I wished most intensely that she would always be so pleasant and amiable, and never push me about, or scold, or task me unreasonably, as she was too often wont to do.

P23

As to her money, she first secreted it in odd corners, wrapped in a rag or an old curl-paper; but some of these hoards having been discovered by the housemaid, Eliza, fearful of one day losing her valued treasure, consented to entrust it to her mother, at a usurious rate of interest—fifty or sixty per cent—which interest she exacted every quarter, keeping her account in a little book with anxious accuracy.

Georgiana sat on high stool, dressing her hair at the glass, and interweaving her curls with artificial flowers and faded feathers, of which she had found a store in a drawer in the attic. I was making my bed, having received strict orders from Bessie to get it arranged before she returned (for Bessie now frequently employed me as a sort of under nursery-maid, to tidy the room, dust the chair, etc.). Having spread the quilt and folded my nightdress, I went to the window-seat to put in order some picture-books and doll’s house furniture scattered there; an abrupt command from Georgiana to let her playthings alone (for the tiny chairs and mirrors, the fairy plates and cups, were her property) stopped my proceedings; and then, for lack of other occupation, I fell to breathing on the frost-flowers with which I might look out on the grounds, where all was still and petrified under the influence of a hard frost.

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I was spared the trouble of answering, for Bessie seemed to be in too great a hurry to listen to explanations; she hauled me to the washstand, inflicted a merciless, but happily brief scrub on my face and hands with soap, water and a coarse towel; disciplined my head with a bristly brush, denuded me of my pinafore and then hurrying me to the top of the stairs, bid me go down directly, as I was wanted in the breakfast-room.

I would have asked who wanted me—I would have demanded if Mrs. Reed was there; but Bessie was already gone, and had closed the nursery door upon me. I slowly descended. For nearly three months I had never been called to Mrs. Reed’s presence; restricted so long to the nursery, the breakfast-, dining-, and drawing- rooms were become to me awful regions, on which it dismayed me to intrude.

It now stood in the empty hall; before me was the breakfast-room door, and I stopped, intimidate and trembling. What a miserable little poltroon had fear, engendered of unjust punishment, made of me in those days! I feared to returned to nursery, and feared to go forward to the parlour; ten minutes I stood in agitated hesetation; the vehement ringing of the breakfast-room bell decided me; I must enter.

‘Who could want me? ’ I asked inwardly, as with both hands I turned the stiff door-handle which, for a second or two, resisted my efforts. ‘What should I see besides Aunt Reed in the apartment?—a man or a woman?’ The handle turned, the door unclosed, and passing through and curtseying low, I looked up at a black pillar! – such, at least, appeared to me, at first sight, the straight, narrow, sable-clad shape standing erect on the rug; the grim face at the top was like a carved mask, placed above the shaft by way of capital.

‘I am glad you are no relation of mine. I will never call you aunt again as long as I live. I will never come to see you when I am grown up; an if any one asks me how I liked you, and how you treated me, I will asy the very thought of you makes me sick and that you treated me with miserable cruelty.’

‘How dare you affirm that, Jane Eyre?’

‘How dare I, Mrs. Reed? How dare I? Because it is the truth. You think I have no feelings, and that I can do without one bit of love or kindness; but I cannot live so: and you have no pity. I shall remember how you thrust me back—roughly and violently thrust me back—into the red-room, and locked me up there, to my dying day, though I was in agony, though I cried out, while suffocating with distress, ‘Have mercy! Have mercy, Aunt Reed!’ And that punishment you made me suffer because your wicked boy struck me—knock me down for nothing, I will tell anybody who asks me question this exact tale. People think you a good woman, but you are bad, hard-hearted. You are deceitful!’

Ere I had finished this reply, my soul began to expand, to exult, with the strangest sense of freedom, of triumph, I ever felt. It seemed as if an invisible bond had burst, and that I had struggled out into unhoped-for liberty. Not without cause was this sentiment: Mrs. Reed looked frightened: her work had slipped from her knee; she was lifting up her hand, rocking herself to and fro, and even twisting her face as if she would cry.

‘Jane, you are under a mistake: what is the matter with you? Why do you tremble so violently? Would you like to drink some water?’

‘No, Mrs. Reed.’

‘Is there anything else you wish for, Jane? I assure you, I desire to be you friend.’

‘Not you. You told Mr. Brocklehurst I had a bad character, a deceitful disposition; and I’ll let everybody at Lowood know what you are, and what you have done.’

‘Jane, you don’t understand these things: children must be corrected for their faults.’

‘Deceit is not my fault!’ I cried out in a savage, high voice.

篇3：读书笔记英文版

In 2010, the condition of PC industry stays stable, and Lenovo is still the top 1 brand in China.Compared with internationa brands, domesticate brands are less competitive but gain more market share than the year before.Nowadays, PC industry is one of perfectly competitive markets.So besides there are many new brands offspring, old brands such Toshiba and Sony change their strategy to compete in low end market to make more profi ts.In the future market, the industry will remain stable.Companies would pay more attentions to differentiation that develop more fashionable and individual computer.

2. Analysis of market structure

2.1 Market Concentration

From the data in the above, the index of CR3 has increased year by year, indicating that the top three (Lenovo, HP, ASUS) occupy a lager market share.Therefore, several entrepreneurs take control of PC market.Meanwhile, the index of HI increased rapidly, suggesting that the entire industry distributes less scattered.In conclusion Lenovo, HP and ASUS have a stronger market power in China.

2.2 Main Factors affecting Market Concentration

2.2.1 Market Capacity

As the number of students who are the target consumers of PC surged, PC market is still potential.Besides, given the strong sensatory and acceptance, brand loyalty is easily built.However with the practice of family planning, the increase would no continue, which decreases the market concentration.

2.2.2 Skills

The future development of PC industry mainly focuses on the following characteristics:1) Ultra thin;2) Dual view;3) LFD

2.3 Barriers to Entry

I n t e r m s o f e c o n o m i c s o f s c a l e, m o r e a n d m o r e P C manufactories combine together.For example, a merger occurred between HP and Compaq.

In terms of skills, PC industry requires advanced and sophisticated technology that incurs the new comers.

3. Analysis of Lenovo

3.1 Differentiation

There are 4 units of Lenovo:ideapad, thinkpad, Yangtian Zhaoyang, targeting different level and function demands of consumers respectively.

3.2 Business Strategy

3.3 Promotion

3.3.1 Emotional Appealing

Lenovo hosts marketing competitions and communicates with engineers to promote its products.

3.3.2 Cooperation with Olympics.

Lenovo puts its advertisements and logo in various sports games.In England, Lenovo invites an English Olympic champion as its spokesman to improve the image of the brands.

3.4 Price

The secret of Lenovo’s meteoric rise over the past ten decades has been its obsession with low prices.Based on the recession that strategy enables Lenovo build its image of brand.Beside Thinkpad is a high-end unit.So Lenovo combines the product lines to penetrate the PC market.

3.5 Brand Strategy

Recently, the CEO of Lenovo was interviewed, and he said tha Lenovo will have only 2 units, Think and Idea, in the future.This strategy is clear because other units have transferred to those two in the last few years.Lenovo’s two units strategy helps it segment the market.

3.6 After-Sale Service

Lenovo is famous for it great after sale service.At present service outlets nationwide.And consumers can get help from networks at any day.Lenovo set different series different services to meet the demands of consumers.

3.7 Research and Development

篇4：读书，请做读书笔记

钱钟书真是一个狂人，但他的“狂”绝不是轻狂，他敢睥睨天下，是因为他学问非凡，又性情率真，固守“文章之德，真理之勇”的学人信念，不惺惺作态。

钱钟书被誉为中国20世纪的“文化昆仑”，他的学识都是读书做笔记得来的。他离世后，夫人杨绛整理他的笔记，仅外文笔记就有34000多页，“日札”（随意写的读书心得）也有23册2000多页。

对照钱钟书，我以为，我们今天的中学生，如果真想学习，做到学业有成，进而做学问，还是要做好两件事：一是静下心，认真读书；二是不怕烦，扎扎实实做读书笔记。

有的同学说，现在是网络时代，资讯检索很容易，哪里还需做读书笔记！这是不对的。网络检索得到的信息，一般只能停留在“了解”“知道”这一低级层面，往往转瞬即逝，不会产生深刻的体验和理解，很难积淀深化为思想和智慧，不是真正的学问。做笔记会迫使我们深度阅读、感悟，这样，我们就有了深刻的体验。如果能再不断回顾、更新，融会贯通，便会积淀成为学问。

我曾教过一位小卢同学，女孩子，个子不高，小小的年纪，性格沉静得像一湖水。我很惊异地发现，她的思维和表达能力远远超过了其他同学，显得是那样的出类拔萃。原因很简单，她从小学就开始坚持做读书笔记。她有三本并不太厚的笔记本，内容大多是摘抄的优美词句，间或记录自己的阅读心得，甚至还记录了对文章中人物、事件、思想的思考、评判。她的很多思想都是通过读书获得的，都可以在笔记上找到痕迹。

朱永新说，阅读和思考是达到精神高峰的唯一途径。撇开有些功利色彩的“学习”“做学问”，毫无疑问，读书有益于人的成长，而做读书笔记则使我们在成长的“途径”上走得更加坚实，更快更好。

所以，读书，请认真做读书笔记。

篇5：简爱英文读书笔记

Jane Eyre is the masterpiece of Charlotte Bronte, an English woman author in 19th century. The works possess romanticism and realism. It is also thought that this book is author’s autobiography.

Introduction of Jane Eyre

Jane was a pure and thinkable woman, who lived in substrata of society and struck with life. But she was fractious and the sprite of perusing happiness. The works sing the love respecting each other and break away from conman customs and preoccupation. The most successful of this book is to figure a female image who dared to gainst and try for liberte and egalite.

Characteristics of characters

Jane Eyre was a born resister, whose parents went off when she was very young, and her aunt，the only relative she had，treated her as badly as a ragtag. She had a terrible childhood but it’s not affected her future because she is poor but aspiring, small in body but huge in soul, obscure but self-respecting girl.

Jane was also a thinkable woman in her love, she thought love is equal, free and respecting, so she gain a happy ending with beautiful personality.

My thoughts of Jane Eyre

Jane owns goodness for her lover, Rochester, who lost arms and eyes, and also for someone who had hurt her.

Jane owns pursuit for justice; it helps her to promote goodness on one side and check the badness on the other side.

Jane owns self-respect and clear situation on equality. Also her life experience is hardships, but she never underrates herself. She thinks everyone is the same. She has the right to gain happiness through hardworking.

Jane owns toughness, confidence and striving for life……

She is not beautiful and wealthy and very normal in conman’s mind. But in my opinion, the beauty on the face is not important than in the heart because the beauty of heart could live forever but not the beauty of face.

So, to me or to all girls in the world, we needn’t inferiority and complaint with ourselves if we don’t have beauty and wealth because the true happiness is not gained by the tow things. Actually, we should learn to be a person who is like Jane, how fearless woman.

篇6：英文读书笔记

If you give me three days of light, this article tells me: Helen Kellers concern for health and the desire for a pair of perfect eyes are very strong. Although he was unfortunate to lose sight and hearing, his understanding of life was far more than ordinary people. A blind man and a deaf man have become a famous writer! Helen Kellers life is full of courage and strength. We should learn from him and learn the spirit that he is brave enough to face difficulties and challenges, and this spirit will be passed on forever. Let the spirit of Helen Keller record a glorious history.

Yes! People tend to be like this: things that have something no longer cherish, things that do not have to pursue. Maybe we should put the external things a little bearish, think now happy wonderfull life, think today is the last day of life, that day will be a wonderful crosssubstantially.