心灵鸡汤的英文，可以表达为Chicken soup for the soul、Inspirational speech / Motivational speech或者Inspirational nonsense。
1、Chicken soup for the soul
这是一种比较正面和温馨的说法，源自于一本美国作家杰克·坎菲尔德（Jack Canfield）的励志书的书名。这本书收集了许多感人的故事和格言，目的是给读者带来心灵上的慰藉和鼓励。这个词语在中文里被引用为心灵鸡汤，表示一种能够给人以温暖和力量的话语或文章。
2、Inspirational speech / Motivational speech
这是一种比较正式和专业的说法，指的是激励人心的演讲或话语。这种演讲或话语通常由有影响力或专业 聪明的人士发表，目的是给听众带来启发和动力，帮助他们实现自己的目标或改变自己的态度。这种说法常用于公开场合或正式场合，如学校、公司、会议等。
3、Inspirational nonsense
这是一种比较贬义和讽刺的说法，指的是无意义或无可操作性但听起来却 特别振奋人心的鼓励或安慰。这种鼓励或安慰通常由没有实力或信誉的人士发表，目的是给听众带来虚的希望或安慰，但实际上并不能解决他们的 难题或困难。这种说法常用于私下场合或非正式场合，如闲聊、吐槽等。
“心灵鸡汤”英文的例句：
1、Reading these stories is like chicken soup for the soul. They ke me feel hopeful and inspired.
读这些故事就像给心灵喝鸡汤一样。它们让我感到有希望和有动力。
2、 Sometimes we all need some chicken soup for the soul to get through the hard times.
有时候我们都需要一些心灵鸡汤来度过困难时期。
3、The president ge an inspirational speech to the nation, urging them to unite and overcome the crisis.
总统向全国发表了一场激励人心的演讲，敦促他们团结一致，克服危机。
4、I attended a motivational speech by a famous entrepreneur, and I learned a lot from his experience and advice.
我参加了一场由一位著名企业家发表的激励性演讲，我从他的经历和建议中学到了很多。
5、Don't listen to his inspirational nonsense, he's just trying to ke you feel better without offering any real help.
别听他那些鼓舞人心的废话，他只是想让你感觉好一点，而不提供任何真正的帮助。
6、I'm tired of all these inspirational nonsense on the internet.
我厌倦了网上那些鼓舞人心的废话。
英文书推荐
It was a freezing day, a few years ago, when I stumbled upon a wallet in the street. There was no identification inside. Just three dollars, and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been carried around for years.
The only thing legible on the torn envelope was the return address. I opened the letter and saw that it had been written in 1924 — almost 60 years ago. I read it carefully, hoping to find some clue to the identity of the wallet's owner.
It was a "Dear John" letter. The writer, in a delicate script, told the recipient, whose name was Michael, that her mother forbade her to see him again. Nevertheless, she would always love him. It was signed Hannah.
It was a beautiful letter. But there was no way, beyond the name Michael, to identify the owner. Perhaps if I called infor tion the operator could find the phone number for the address shown on the envelope.
"Operator, this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the owner of a wallet I found. Is there any way you could tell me the phone number for an address that was on a letter in the wallet?" The operator ge me her supervisor, who said there was a phone listed at the address, but that she could not give me the number. However, she would call and explain the situation. Then, if the party wanted to talk, she would connect me. I waited a minute and she came back on the line. "I he a wo n who will speak with you."
I asked the wo n if she knew a Hannah.
"Oh, of course! We bought this house from Hannah's family thirty years ago."
"Would you know where they could be located now?" I asked.
"Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home years ago. Maybe the home could help you track down the daughter."
The wo n ge me the name of the nursing home. I called and found out that Hannah's mother had d. The wo n I spoke with ge me an address where she thought Hannah could be reached. I phoned. The wo n who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home. She ge me the number. I called and was told, "Yes, Hannah is with us." I asked if I could stop by to see her. It was almost 10 p.m. The director said Hannah might be asleep. "But if you want to take a chance, ybe she's in the day room watching television." The director and a guard greeted me at the door of the nursing home. We went up to the third floor and saw the nurse, who told us that Hannah was indeed watching TV.
We entered the day room. Hannah was a sweet, silver-haired old-timer with a warm ile and friendly eyes. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw it, she took a deep breath. "Young n," she said, "this letter was the last contact I had with Michael." She looked away for a moment, then said pensively, "I loved him very much. But I was only six and my mother felt I was too young. He was so handsome. You know, like Sean Connery, the actor."
We both laughed. The director then left us alone. "Yes, Michael Goldstein was his name. If you find him, tell him I still think of him often. I never did rry," she said, iling through tears that welled up in her eyes. "I guess no one ever tched up to Michael..."
I thanked Hannah, said good-bye and took the elevator to the first floor. As I stood at the door, the guard asked, "Was the old lady able to help you?"
I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I he a last name. But I probably won't pursue it further for a while." I explained that I had spent almost the whole day trying to find the wallet's owner.While we talked, I pulled out the brown-leather case with its red-lanyard lacing and showed it to the guard. He looked at it closely and said, "Hey, I'd know that anywhere. That's Mr. Goldstein's. He's always losing it. I found it in the hall at least three times."
"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked. "He's one of the old-timers on the eighth floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet, for sure. He goes out for a walk quite often."
I thanked the guard and ran back to the director's office to tell him what the guard had said. He accompanied me to the eighth floor. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
"I think he's still in the day room," the nurse said. "He likes to read at night...a darling old n."
We went to the only room that had lights on, and there was a n reading a book. The director asked him if he had lost his wallet. Michael Goldstein looked up, felt his back pocket and then said, "Goodness, it is missing."
"This kind gentle n found a wallet. Could it be yours?"
The second he saw it, he iled with relief. "Yes," he said, "that's it. Must he dropped it this afternoon. I want to give you a reward."
"Oh, no thank you," I said. "But I he to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."
The ile on his face diseared. "You read that letter?"
"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."
He grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was?" I hesitated.
"Please tell me!" Michael urged.
"She's fine, and just as pretty as when you knew her."
"Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow."
He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something? When that letter came, my life ended. I never rried. I guess I've always loved her."
"Michael," I said. "Come with me." The three of us took the elevator to the third floor. We walked toward the day room where Hannah was sitting, still watching TV. The director went over to her.
"Hannah," he said softly. "Do you know this n?" Michael and I stood waiting in the doorway.
She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.
"Hannah, it's Michael. Michael Goldstein. Do you remember?"
"Michael? Michael? It's you!"
He walked slowly to her side. She stood and they embraced. Then the two of them sat on a couch, held hands and started to talk. The director and I walked out, both of us crying.
"See how the good Lord works," I said philosophically. "If it's meant to be. It will be." Three weeks later, I got a call from the director who asked, "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Yup, Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"
It was a lovely wedding, with all the people at the nursing home joining in the celebration. Hannah wore a beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. The home ge them their own room, and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 78-year old groom acting like two -agers, you had to see this couple.
A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.
是这个吗？
如果喜欢科幻的，读一些《哈利波特》《暮光之城》（时下很畅销）， 由于这些书比较有情节，能符合年轻人的口味。
或者书虫一系列，或者心灵鸡汤，这些比较短小精悍，看起来不会乏味，疲劳战不会拉的太久。
当然前面有人说到得 新概念 也不错， 这是一套很老，很权威得教材。每个故事都要不幽默，要不有趣味，要不有意义。
其实你如果是应试，要 提高阅读，我觉得做题，不失为一个好办法。阅读水平，是可以通过做题 提高的。