Bing Xin is full of praise for the nurse's poems.

Angels in white Representative Author: Bing Xin I am very lucky, because I am still alive. This miracle is angels in white's masterpiece, which was once my young life. It turned out to be so fragile, the flexible limbs became numb and the days became lonely. If you say; The wet nurse's love is a light rain, and every drop moistens my thirst. If the nurse's love is a small note, then every sentence touches the strings of my life. I am lucky, because I am still alive, although I suffered the greatest hardships in my life, although I passed by death. Because great and selfless love is by my side, I am silently guarded by the angels on earth. At night, they are loyal sentries who stand guard for me. During the day, they float like a lucky cloud beside the bed. I can't forget it. Your dexterous hand touching my head makes me feel sick, even a kind of happiness. Extraordinary things are made by ordinary people's hands, even the smallest drop of water can reflect colorful sunshine. Because of you, my spirit has not shrunk with my body, and the boat of my life has not sunk. I want to sing an angel's ode. Dedicated to all medical workers, a grateful heart will accompany every moment of my life. 5 12 nurses' day poetry reading pure angel. What a beautiful spring it is, what a beautiful spring it used to be. The sandstorm has been controlled and the wind is very light. Even if there is wind, it can only blow the birds in the forest, turn the haze at night into drizzle, and nourish everything repeatedly. Brilliant stars rose slowly from the horizon. Shining on the thriving shelterbelt in the northwest mountainous area, shining on the square full of flowers in the city and the lush wheat fields in the countryside, and also shining on the innocent smiling faces of children. Hard-working people shuttle between factories and fields. XXX people want to go hiking, but the plague comes quietly, as if the devil stood up from a dark corner. Looking for vent channels everywhere, like flowers blooming from garbage, spreading in the shaking crowd. The bacteria it releases are more deadly than bullets. It is always hidden in the invisible, releasing darkness and pain more common than war. What a wonderful life! SARS robbed people of their precious freedom. Panic came on a large scale, and at the most critical moment here, angels purer than white clouds appeared. Spread your wings and fly, attracting the morning glow. The thick mask failed to cover your smile, and the sweat on your forehead was like a string of dew. I raised my needle like a son-in-law, lifted the stone that filled the sky, diverted and intercepted the flood-like plague and washed away the muddy germs. Challenge the weak limit of life, rely on science to separate hope from the dense haze, and they become a part of the clear sky. They risked their lives to plug the crack. What a beautiful spring it was, what a beautiful spring it was, in the blue time and in the vigorous green blood. The city still stands because of you, and the night is still quiet because of you. This is a step for you to set foot on a new field. It is you who stretch out your hands to open the music in your body for us, listening to the white clouds floating to higher snow-capped mountains on high places and listening to the rivers pushing the white sails of love in the distance. How vast the sky is, you let us reach the eyes of happiness and the far-reaching artistic conception. Extended data:

Professional requirements for nurses: 1. Obtained a professional degree in nursing and midwifery from an ordinary full-time secondary specialized school recognized by the education and health authorities at or above the provincial level, and worked as a nurse for 5 years; 2. Obtain a full-time college degree in nursing and midwifery recognized by the education and health authorities at or above the provincial level, and have been engaged in this major for 3 years; 3. Obtain a bachelor's degree or above in nursing and midwifery in full-time colleges and universities recognized by the education authorities in the State Council, and have been engaged in this major for 1 year; Candidates' registration qualifications shall be audited by the provincial health administrative department, and those who pass the examination shall be issued by the talent exchange service center of the Ministry of Health as a valid certificate for applying for nurse practice registration. Sixty years ago, I was a young reader reading Aunt Bing Xin's Mao Bian book. Today, young readers have become old readers, and their hearts are still flowing slowly in those sentences in your book. Blue sky, blue sea, twinkling stars, under the deck of a big ship, your mother hugged you, and you broke out in a sweat. Okay. I am happy for you. I feel my mother's love. I was very ill, too, and my mother held me like this. Over the past 60 years, I have always thought of your warm words when I am in difficulties and hardships. I heard that you were ill. In the hospital, everyone gives you flowers, love and care, but there is no mother to hug you. When you are tired, go to your mother and throw yourself into her warm arms. We lost you, but you found your dear mother. Under the blue sky, starlight and blue sea, you are in your mother's arms, with the love of thousands of young readers, big readers and old readers in Qian Qian, Qian Qian. According to Yangcheng Evening News, this poem has no title and was published in Wen Yi Daily on March 30th. 1999. On March 22nd, Jin Yong said in a letter to Jin, the editor-in-chief of Literary and Art Newspaper: "I have never written a new poem. This time, because of Bing Xin's death, I suddenly thought of her emotional words and wrote them involuntarily. A cultured poet can't help laughing when he reads it. I am really sorry. " If the ancients once praised creation for beauty and illusion, I would like to worship your glory. You-your lips contain human tenderness, and your eyes are condensed with human wisdom. If I was alone in the starlight that night, you would fly to my boat-if I was alone in the maple forest that night, your divine light would come to me! I can only bow my head with my hands folded, and I can't marvel, because you are a goddess, and suddenly ................................................................................................................................................... is sitting under the silver lamp with me! I am silently looking forward to it, but I am fascinated and excited, hehe, hehe! I praise almighty god for you, oh, oh! You led me step by step to the heaven of faith. I am silently looking forward to it, but I am fascinated and excited, hehe, hehe! All you have to do is turn your deep and wise eyes and look at the rustling leaves all over the world. Next spring will come, and new green will sprout on the old branches. Whoa, whoa! Youth is over, you know you are not as good as him! ..................................................................................................................................................................................