That night, an unexpected visitor happened to my home. Guillermo suddenly arrived. He said, tomorrow he would go back to Spain. He was just passing through on the way to other place，and remembered that I live in this area, then was here now. I know, he will go back to Spain soon. But I never thought this moment is coming in a second. Feelings of infinite melancholy stole over me.

There is nothing wrong with moving on. All the good things must come to an end. When we are gathering, we shall appreciate the cheer at that moment. When parting, we will keep the tear in our hearts. The moon, which knows nothing of parting grief, sheds slanting light, through crimson windows all the night. I know, our Guillermo has been in Spain now. If he raises his head to see the moon at the moment, I happen to be under the moon now. It’s too far away to send missing to my friend through the moon.

In my first memory of Guillermo, he is a Spanish boy without too many words. He has naturally curly hair and flaxen color. He likes snow and always says yes with shaking head. He said, in the fullness of the people’s joy in his hometown Barcelona, when there is heavy snow. I still remembered it’s in the hallway, I proudly told him that, my home is a small city by the sea in the north China, and every year the snow will be higher over the knees, sometimes it’s even more than one meter high. Also in the same place of this hallway, I recognized this Spanish chap together with a Canadian guy last October. Last year my native Chinese ear still did not get with the English of Spanish taste. But this year I began to enjoy this kind of special taste. At the beginning, we four or five peoples in the crowd always set out for the mess hall after class. Different countries‘ English get dulcetly mixed up. But nothing will influence our international communication. The laughter comes out from the heart with jingling knives and forks. The pleasant chat makes sense or no sense. But the joys just come from the simple meeting.

Last winter, it was snowing like a fat flake in Berlin. It’s a pity Guillermo had been in Spain during the first snowfall. The second time, I’d been in China as well. Until April we saw each other again. It’s the beginning of the new semester. Otherwise, I should show Guillermo how good I still keep the skills of the snowball fight and making a snowman from my childhood. This semester Guillermo was visiting his lectures and doing his bachelor work at the same time. Perhaps in next April we will encounter each other in the mess hall again just like this year.

This semester the same afternoon when I have my discrete mathematics first, he has his discrete mathematics third in the next door. Usually, we will meet at the same hallway where we met each other last year. We share the funny things happened in the week. Talking about our Professors and all sorts of classmates. One topic about a pictorial Chinese uncle became popular for a long time in our small circles. But in this period, our Guillermo just like a happy deer having chromatic twin blades instead of that bashful Spanish boy with a cold tone. I think he goes into everyone’s heart. The happiness which he brings inside even can be touched and sung out.

The same Tuesday afternoon, as usual, we met at this particular hallway. He said, he came back to Spain this weekend and had a present for me. That moment I even cannot believe my ear. I told him, please wait for me for ten seconds, I must put my glasses on. Because I don’t want to miss any details from this surprise. I cautiously opened the rosy-red packing. A jewellery frame wearing a traditional Spanish grande toilette was lying in, which was red dotted with black. This unexpected present will heighten the joyous atmosphere of my whole summer in this foreign land. Now she stands in front of my window, covered with my favourite jewellery. She looks like a lady who hurries off to a ball. In the ball, there is the person who appeared in her dream and also the fond story. It always remembers me that wonderful surprising afternoon.

The friendship between us just like pale cloud and light breeze, and yet it unconsciously flow into heart. Our future happiness will be never decided by the fortune. But I believe that the person who will appear in your life have been doomed by our fate. Tonight，Raising my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and form a band of three, to cherish the memory of such a sparkling and crystal year.

海上生明月，天涯共此时

那晚，家里来了个不速之客，Guillermo忽然造访。说明天要回西班牙了，刚才坐车恰巧路过这边，想起离我家不远，就来了。我是知道他很快就要回西班牙了，却不想，这一天却来得这么快。一种可触摸的悲伤袭来。

天下没有不散的宴席，相聚时，应该感激此刻的欢愉，别离间，就眼泪留在心底。明月不谙离恨苦，斜光到晓穿朱户。我想此刻的Guillermo已经回到西班牙，若他此刻举头望望头顶的月亮，那么，我恰好也在月底下，遥寄相思，与之明月。

在我最初的记忆里，他是个话不多的西班牙男孩，有着一头蜷蜷的亚麻色头发，喜欢下雪，还喜欢摇着头说是。他跟说，在他的家乡巴塞罗那要是下大雪，人们会欢喜的像过节。记得当时在楼道里，我很是骄傲的跟他说，我的家乡是中国北方的一个海滨小城，每年冬天都会有深过膝盖的大雪，雪下到一米多高的时候也是有的。去年的十月，也是在同一个楼道的这个窗前，我认识这个西班牙小伙子，还有那个来自加拿大的家伙。去年，我的土生土长的中国耳朵还没有适应他西班牙味道的英语，而今年，我渐渐喜欢上Guillermo所特有的英语的味道。在最初的岁月里，我们全部的交流不过是几个人浩浩荡荡地去食堂，用混杂着不同美妙味道的英语，展开我们国际化的交流。我们叮叮咚咚地吃饭，肆无忌惮的喧笑，聊些有聊或是无聊的东西。这种开心来源于简单的相聚。

去年的冬天，柏林下了很大的雪，可惜，在第一场大雪的那个周，Guillermo回了西班牙，而在第二场雪，我又回中国了。再见面就是四月了，是新学期的伊始。要不然，真该给Guillermo展示一下我打雪仗堆雪人的童子功底儿。这个学期Guillermo一边上课一边做他的学士毕业论文。或许，在明年的四月，我们又像今年的四月一样巧遇在食堂。

这个学期，在我上离散数学一的同一个下午，他会在隔壁的教室上离散数学三。我们通常会聚在那个走廊，也就那个当初我们相识的走廊，聊聊这个周的有趣儿事儿，谈谈我们喜欢或是不喜欢的教授，阴损一下遇见的奇奇怪怪的同学。那个光怪陆离的中国大叔一度成为我们最喜欢的话题。但是在这段时间里，我们的Guillermo已经不再是那个羞涩有着冷色调的西班牙男孩儿，而像一只有着彩色双翼的小鹿，我想，他进入了每个人的心里，为每个人带来歌唱般的欢乐。

在同样的一个周二的下午，我们像平常一样碰在那个不一般的走廊。他说，他这个周末回了趟西班牙，有份礼物给我。我甚至不敢相信自己的耳朵。我告诉他，让他等十秒钟给我，因为我必须带上眼镜，我不能错过这份惊喜的每一个细节。我小心翼翼打开了深红色的包装，里面是一个穿着红色的点缀着黑点点的传统西班牙礼服的首饰架。在异国他乡，这份意外的礼物会渲染我整个夏天的色彩。如今她站在我的窗前，挂满了我心爱的首饰，她像一个奔赴舞会的妇人，舞会里有她想见的人，有她喜欢的故事。我每每看到她，就想起了那个美妙而惊喜的午后。

这场友谊轻如微风淡如水，可是却不知不觉流到了每个人的心里。命运从未为谁注定过未来的幸福。可是我却相信，她却安排好谁会出现在你的生命里。今晚，让我们举杯邀月，对影成三，感念这有着水晶色彩的一年。