I am a white angel.
Gently patrol the corridor of the ward.
Look at the patient's breathing
Take their pulse.
Measure your blood pressure.
The results show that everything is normal.
I walked happily from the ward to my nurse's station.
Tonight is Christmas Eve.
The clock ticks.
It's time to patrol again.
I checked every ward again.
Look at the sleeping face gently.
No abnormalities were found.
In the silent corridor
Only you can feel it.
Traces of angels flying by.
In medical records,
Record their vital signs and diseases.
Everything is in their sweet dreams.
Angels are watching.
be slight of figure
The police are always looking for signs of death.
Always ready to fight.
Battle of life and death
It's getting light.
My patient woke up from a dream.
At this time, I sent them my good morning.
In each other's smiles
Express love and trust
Carefully handed over the work of the whole ward.
Angels can easily fly back to their huts.
Bright green in April
wet air
And golden sunshine will do.
The most ideal candidate
With a grateful heart
I will fall asleep, too.
It's the same in dreams
Have a pair of eyes with gods.
Kindly and gently take care of me.
And all life.
On the endless promenade, several white doves fly lightly.
Heal the sick, heal the wounded and rescue the dying, and sing praises.
Greetings are blooming in spring and full of vitality.
Microbes boast. Angels in white went down the river.
Avian influenza SARS hit China, but it never happened.
Don't slack off on trifles;
The line between life and death, turn it off.
365, time flies.
The turbid waves of the Yellow River clarify the sky, and my life is healthy and happy.
Angels fight to create a sacred paradise.
I want to be a nurse all my life.
I want to be ordinary.
Just ordinary in his post.
Wearing a pure white dovetail hat
Wearing a pure white nurse's uniform
Cover my bright clothes
Still confident and beautiful.
I want to be a nurse all my life.
I am willing to work hard.
Working hard in every corner of the ward
With incomparable love and sympathy
Devote oneself to tedious work
Dedicate my colorful youth
But still full of vigor and vitality.
I want to be a nurse all my life.
I am willing to be poor.
Just poor on a meager salary.
Be content with your life.
Enjoy happiness with satisfaction.
But still full and rich.
I want to be a nurse all my life.
I want purity.
Only in a materialistic society.
Take my salary with peace of mind
Cold-eyed black hands reach into patients' pockets.
Still hate and hate.
I want to be a nurse all my life.
I want to fight.
Just fighting the sick death.
On the white battlefield full of potions.
Nothing earth-shattering happened.
And I still have no regrets.
I want to be a nurse all my life.
I want to be a guardian.
Just guarding patients who need care.
No matter day or night, winter heat.
Sometimes it is inevitable to be misunderstood coldly by others.
And I still face it calmly