初听姜育恒时我还在读书，但他那份举 手投足间的忧郁气质、那份潜伏于声 音中的沧桑落寞，却如春雨般润物无声地潜入了一个早熟少年的心。多少年来，那歌声伴随着成长，伴随着对生活的频频再回首，伴随着无数次跟往事的干杯，伴随着梅花三弄的断肠独白，那歌声不但没有淡忘， When I first heard of Jiang Yuheng I was still studying, but his share of melancholy gestures, lurking in the voice of the vicissitudes of lonely, but as the rain like moisten things into a precocious juvenile heart. Over the years, that song accompanied by growth, along with the frequent return to life, accompanied by countless times to go with the toast, along with plum blossom get plots monologue, that song not only did not forget,