因这周太过忙碌，这次的文章便取了了自己高一时随手写的拙诗来滥竽充数。此诗灵感来源于在学校旁森林里跑步时脑子太糊涂产生的幻觉。写就此诗时还尚未系统接触学习过英文诗歌知识，故笔法稚拙，文采贫乏（当然，现在也好不到哪去），毫无格律，也无深刻寓意。略作修改，仅供君一乐。
"In a Pinewood Forest"
There is no upward or downward,
No backward or forward;
Just you and me --
In a Pinewood Gathering.
Now, eyes aiming the sky,
You set the pace free;
The eternal Azure --
Doming the restless Wind.
Do you hear the booming,
Or the dripping?
A heart drums on the trail,
The oozing blood rusting.
Now, mechanical lids closed up,
We run as if flying.
All souls ascend --
In the Pinewood Forest.
--- 于2017跑步时随想
