The police listened to the call of the lantern goddess,
You're far from home,
Day and night in the nurse's duty room,
In the hope of saving lives,
Witness your slowly passing angel youth.
You are a lover,
In the symphony of work and love,
Your heart and hands grow together,
Syringes and tape,
With your concern and smile,
Sow blessings and reap hope.
You are a mother,
While taking care of hundreds of children,
Look back at your own flesh and blood once in a while,
Say goodbye to the person you love at midnight,
Tears jumped into the ward,
For the health of more people.
You are a woman, too,
You also love beauty,
Like beautiful clothes.
But put on the white angel suit,
Like a flying car with full horsepower,
How can you have time to collect your thoughts?
I am also a member of all beings,
Survival is to realize self-worth,
Also have their own dignity and ideals.
In the face of innocent accusations,
We remember nightingale's oath.
Adhere to the patient first, and be wronged only for yourself.
When the sun shines on the window,
The morning sun shines on you.
I hope every pediatric nurse is.
The children's old king.