You are carrying an oil lamp.
tread lightly
Go through the ward
Another ward
Patrol eye
Like this beating flame
Burning with love, care and responsibility
This is no ordinary oil lamp.
From the moment you lit it.
One night in 1854
It's always on.
A century and a half is not far away. Yesterday and today.
Those angels in white.
Guided by your brilliance in ordinary days
Carving time
Follow in your footsteps
They work silently in the field of life.
Eradicate weeds and gravel diseases
Variety as needed.
Hope and health
With hard work and sweat
Interpretation, dedication, dedication
This lamp illuminates every ward.
It also illuminates the hearts of every patient. The nightingale, a woman whose name is as immortal as her spirit, is the most beautiful scenery standing high on the roof of the world!
Let's use this poem! ! ! ! !