清泉，从大山的腹地浸出石丛，漫过峭崖，一滴滴澄澈、晶亮。顺势而落，结成一丝丝银线，流呀流，流向旷野，流向平川，润禾稼之躯，解人畜之渴。其恩泽，淳厚、阔大、悠远。 　　以清泉比先父对我的爱，最恰切不过。 　　生我那年，父亲 22岁。我满一岁那年，家乡大旱，田土 Qingquan, from the hinterland of the earth leaching stone Cong, diffuse cliffs, a drop of crystal clear, bright. Follow the trend and fall, forming a trace of silver line, stream flow, flow to the wilderness, flow to Hirakawa, run He Jia, the solution of human thirst. The grace, honest, spacious, distant. It is most appropriate to have Qingquan more than my father loved me. Born me that year, my father is 22 years old. When I was one year old, my hometown was drought and land