Praise the nurse's prose lyric

There is a kind of care that is selfless, a kind of love that is great, and a kind of dedication that is ordinary. When flowers are in full bloom in spring, some people may pay attention to the beauty of flowers and the tall and straight branches and leaves. Who would think of unknown green leaves? If the hospital is compared to the tree of life, the nurse is the smallest green leaf on that branch. With deep respect for the work of nurses, standing in front of the most sacred festival of nurses, we should praise nurses.

Your light footsteps wander in the silent corridor; Your gentle voice echoed in the white ward, and your sweet eyes penetrated my insides, so I bid farewell to the pain. A white dress-like a wisp of clouds-swept away the long melancholy sound in my heart, and my blessing moistened my heart like a drizzle. Since then, life has had an extraordinary pomegranate flower season. Nightingale's medal sparkled. You hold your arms tightly to your chest with tears in your eyes.