A morning-rain has settled the dust in Wei city;
Willows are green again in the tavern dooryard....
Wait till we empty one more cup --
West of Yang Gate there'll be no old friends.
An ancient poetry describes the feeling of missing somebody deep in one's heart. Maybe it is the best essay now for Warly's leaving.
As I'll soon getting a working uploading account, I'll be importing a lot of packages specified to Mandriva, mainly CJK releated. So, stay tuned.