Poetry about first aid

-Written on "5. 12" Nurses' Day

This is a sacred field.

There is always warmth to soothe melancholy.

This is a special "position" of one side.

There is always a patron saint who never leaves.

How many mornings are there in summer, autumn and winter?

There is always a caring smile and light footsteps.

Decorate a peaceful and quiet landscape.

The white coat flutters the melody of life.

Ordinary, ordinary us.

However, people gave high praise.

An angel who saves lives.

Building healthy paving stones

-And warnings about responsibilities and missions

It also makes us sleepless and self-motivated.

Every day, we use the fingers of our hearts.

Feel the sadness and pain of the patient.

Let the dusty mood light the dawn of hope.

Every day, we use the radio waves of our eyes.

Scan the patient's diet

Turn hard work into silent spring rain

When the sad face of despair is replaced by a smile

When the groan of pain turns into gratitude

Ripples of comfort and happiness

It gently overflows our heart lake.

Under the shadowless lamp, we are the chief surgeon.

Meet the arms at both ends.

In the delivery room, we were careful.

Hold back the baby's cry when he falls to the ground.

Page after page of meticulous care plan.

It is the track of true feelings.

Repeatedly and carefully proofread the doctor's advice

Maintaining the safety of patients is a sacred duty.

Melt the hard ice in the patient's heart

-We are burning torches.

Give love in obscurity

-We are a trickle.

I am proud that I am an angel in the hearts of the people.

I am proud that I am a land that embraces life.