I think Song is suitable for your modern poetry.

I want to stand on the top of the mountain, song for you.

Sing your humble and free art,

Sing your selfless dedication,

Sing about your honesty and self-discipline,

Sing about your kindness.

You smiled indifferently,

Forget all the fame and fortune.

Put aside personal troubles and sorrows every day,

Forget fatigue, regardless of dirt and smell,

Struggle on the health front.

As far as you can see,

All sympathy and care;

The slightest thing,

Just like the spring breeze, it warms people's hearts.

You are proficient in business, but humble and polite.

Whether the patient's language is vulgar,

Act rashly.

You, as usual,

Always smiling.

Because you've been obsessed with saving lives.

It's midnight, and ordinary people are asleep.

You're by the bed,

Like slaves,

Serve around, cure diseases and heal wounds.

Despite the low salary,

But you did your duty and refused the red envelope.

Stick to your inner goodness.

I want to use the most beautiful cloud in the sky

Tailor-made a gorgeous suit for you

But you insist on putting simple and flawless white clothes

Wear it for life.

Angels in white, I miss song for you.

I want the breeze to bring you cool,

Please come to the window to accompany you and visit you.

Please let the flowers bloom for you,

Bring you bursts of fragrance.

Relieve your fatigue,

Rejuvenate your fighting capacity.