I would like to record the bits and pieces of my IT technology learning journey

    I run in the shade like a musk deer, mad at my scent.

    The night is the night in the middle of May, and the breeze is the breeze of the south.

    I'm lost, I'm wandering, I seek what I don't get, I get what I don't seek.

    The image of my own wish came out of my heart and danced.

    The gleaming image flew past.

    I tried to hold onto it tightly, but it avoided and led me down.

    I seek what I don't get, I get what I don't seek.