词汇：reading

n. 阅读，朗读；读物；读数

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2. Establish a Relaxing Bedtime Routine.
Transitional activities like soaking in a hot bath, reading or listening to music can help your mind transition from daytime activities into a more relaxed state, which will help you fall into a deeper sleep. Avoid bright light and activities that cause excitement or stress directly before going to bed, and if you take that hot bath, be sure you cool off and are not over-heated before getting into bed.
2.建立一个放松的睡前习惯
泡热水澡、阅读或听音乐等过渡活动可以帮助你的大脑从白天的活动过渡到更放松的状态，这将有助于你进入更深层次的睡眠。睡前避免强光和直接引起兴奋或压力的活动，如果你洗了热水澡，一定要在上床前冷静下来，不要过热。
>> 人只要规律睡眠就没有身体不好的
TONY STARK:
[Absentmindedly] What are you reading?
>> Avengers: Endgame 复仇者联盟4：终局之战 Movie Script
[Cut to the living room where Pepper is reading a book sitting on the couch. Tony paces in front of the fireplace.]
>> Avengers: Endgame 复仇者联盟4：终局之战 Movie Script
NATASHA ROMANOFF:
[turns to Okoye] You get a reading on those tremors?
>> Avengers: Endgame 复仇者联盟4：终局之战 Movie Script
(Inside a security office, a security guard (Ken Jeong) reading a book as he looks upon his security screen, seeing something going on in one of the storage facilities. In the cameras, it shows Lang in his casual clothing, shouting, waving a sign with the word "HELP" written on it.) (Outside the facility, he pulls out a pushcart and looks back seeing the guard giving a stern look from far. He walks around until reaching his hometown, finding a post filled with MISSING posters, abandoned houses, a wrecked car, nothing but desolation. He then sees a kid in a bike pass by.)
>> Avengers: Endgame 复仇者联盟4：终局之战 Movie Script
Anthony and Billy look at each other; Danny's in his bunk, and he's not reading, just staring at the ceiling.
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
this:
Every night I look at the sunset, and try to draw the last ounce of heat from its long day... She looks toward the sunset now; then she writes again... EXT. BASSINGBORNE AIRFIELD - BRITAIN - NIGHT Rafe brings his battered plane in for a landing... INT. BRITISH AIRFIELD BARRACKS - NIGHT Rafe sits on his cot, reading her letter.
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
She sits on the grass under a palm tree, in paradise, reading his letter.
>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
FREDDIE is sitting on a bench in the corner, reading the afternoon paper. He puts aside the papers the office manager has prepared for him, and then moves to FREDDIE, raps his knuckles on his head to take his nose out of the paper.
>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
They're gonna be reading my poetry while taking a sh*t!
>> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script
Have fun with your esoteric reading.
享受你深奥的阅读乐趣。
>> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script
There's a small reading fee for a few of the reviews.
>> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script
San De is sitting down reading a Buddhist text. With a sigh, he puts it down. On the wall behind is hanging a Golden Sash.
>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
What's this I've been reading about you in the newspapers?
>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
CUT TO:
THE KID'S BEDROOM The Grandfather stops reading.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
CUT TO:
FLORIN CASTLE - NIGHT CAMERA HOLDS ON IT while we hear the Grandfather's voice reading.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
(reading again) Westley had no money for marriage.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
DISSOLVE TO: The story he's reading about, as the monochromatic look of the bedroom is replaced by the dazzling color of the English countryside.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
Am I reading that right?
>> 火星救援 The Martian (2015) Movie Script
She sat silently, not watching, while July sat just as silently. He could not help but wish that Dish Boggett had got lost in Wyoming or had somehow gone on to Texas. Hardly a day passed without him seeing what he thought were signs that Clara was taken with the man. Sooner or later, when Dish gave up on Lorena, he would be bound to notice. July felt helpless—there was nothing he could do about it. Sometimes he sat near Lorena, feeling that he had more in common with her than with anyone else at the ranch. She loved a dead man, he a woman who hardly noticed him. But whatever they had in common didn’t cause Lorena to so much as look his way. Lorena looked more beautiful than ever, but it was a grave beauty since news of the death had come. Only the young girl, Betsey, who loved Lorena completely, could occasionally bring a spark of life to her eyes. If Betsey was ill, Lorena nursed her tirelessly, taking her into her own bed and singing to her. They read stories together, Betsey doing the reading. Lorena could only piece out a few words—the sisters planned to teach her reading, but knew it would have to wait until she felt better.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“It’s a soggy situation, I admit,” Augustus said, as if reading Pea Eye’s thoughts. “But it ain’t fatal yet. I could hold out here for a few days. Call could make it back to this creek in one ride on that feisty mare of his. Best thing for you to do would be just to travel at night. If you walk around in the daytime, some of these red boys might spot you and you’d have about the chance of a rabbit. I guess you could make it to the Yellowstone in three nights, though, and they ought to be there by then.” Pea Eye dreaded the prospect. He hated night travel, and it would be worse afoot. He began to hope that maybe the rainhad discouraged the Indians, but that hope only lasted an hour. Three times during the day the Indians fired on them.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I was never so married but what I could have managed a friend,” she said. “I want you to look at Bob before you go. The poor man’s laid up there for two months, wasting away.” The anger had died out of her eyes. She came and sat down in a chair, looking at him in the intent way she had, as if reading in his face the events of the fifteen years he had spent away from her.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Bad men would have a better team,” Clara said. “Find any colts?” Cholo shook his head. His hair was white—Clara had never been able to get his age out of him, but she imagined he was seventy-five at least, perhaps eighty. At night by the fire, with the work done, Cholo wove horsehair lariats. Clara loved to watch the way his fingers worked. When a horse died or had to be killed, Cholo always saved its mane and tail for his ropes. He could weave them of rawhide too, and once had made one for her of buckskin, although she didn’t rope. Bob had been puzzled by the gift—“Clara couldn’t rope a post,” he said—but Clara was not puzzled at all. She had been very pleased. It was a beautiful gift; Cholo had the finest manners. She knew he appreciated her as she appreciated him. That was the year she bought him the coat. Sometimes, reading her magazines, she would look up and see Cholo weaving a rope and imagine that if she ever did try to write a story she would write it about him. It would be very different from any of the stories she read in the English magazines.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
She longed, sometimes, to talk to a person who actually wrote stories and had them printed in magazines. It interested her to speculate how it was done: whether they used people they knew, or just made people up. Once she had even ordered some big writing tablets, thinking she might try it anyway, even if she didn’t know how, but that was in the hopeful years before her boys died. With all the work that had to be done she never actually sat down and tried to write anything—and then the boys died and her feeling changed. Once the sight of the writing tablets had made her hopeful, but after those deaths it ceased to matter. The tablets were just another reproach to her, something willful she had wanted. She burned the tablets one day, trembling with anger and pain, as if the paper and not the weather had been somehow responsible for the deaths of her boys. And, for a time, she stopped reading the magazines. The stories in them seemed hateful to her: how could people talk that way and spend their time going to balls and parties, when children died and had to be buried?
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Oh, shush,” Clara said. “The sun’s just been up five minutes.” She reflected that perhaps that was what she had held back—she had never become proficient at early rising, despite all the practice she’d had. She had got up dutifully and made breakfast for Bob and whatever hands happened to be there, but she was not at her best, and the breakfasts seldom arrived on the table in the orderly fashion that Bob expected. It was a relief to her when he went away on horse-trading expeditions and she could sleep late, or just lie in bed thinking and reading the magazines she ordered from the East or from England.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇