Poetry in honor of the white angel

Introduction: nurses are white angels, which is the honor given by the society and the expectation of the society. Here are the 2017 poems about singing the praises of the angels in white clothes.

Part 1: 2017 poems about singing the praises of white angels

"Pure Angels"

What a beautiful spring this is

What a beautiful spring this was

Sandstorms are governed by the wind is also very little

Even if there is a wind, it can only blow the birdsongs of the forest

Blowing the night's smog into a fine rain repeated

















































The world is not a place of peace and prosperity. But the plague has crept in

like a demon rising from a dark corner

looking for an outlet

like a poppy blooming from the garbage

spreading through the shifting crowds

unleashing germs more deadly than bullets

? It always hides in the invisible

Releasing darkness and pain more common than war

What a lovely life

? SARS? Taking away people's precious freedom

Panic is setting in on a large scale

At the most critical moment here

An angel, purer than the white clouds, appears

Fluttering his wings and leading the sun to fly

A smile not covered by a thick mask

Sweat beads like dewdrops strung together on his forehead

Holding up the syringe like a lwa. They lifted up the stone to mend the sky

They diverted the plague like a flood

They washed away the germs like a sludge

They challenged the limits of life's feebleness

And they separated the hope from the dense gloom by relying on science

They became a part of the sunny skies

They took the risk of plugging up the cracks with their sacrifice

This was supposed to be the first time that a person was born in the world, but it was not.

What a spring it was

What a spring it still is

In the blue of time in the green of blood

Cities are still standing because of you

Nights are still peaceful because of you

You let go of your feet and waded into new and strange territories

You reached out and opened the music within us.

Listen to the white clouds floating high above the snowy mountains


Listen to the river pushing the white sails of love in the distance







































The white clothes are the most important thing that you have ever seen.

A chic swallow hat,

is a process of guarding life

Nightingale's light,

warms

more than just wounded soldiers,

that human concern through space and time,

has long been melted in the heart of each angel,

nurse

The bright smile on the face of the nurse,

such as a ray of sunshine in the spring,

illuminate the patient's desire for health of the heart.

Whenever the night is deep

Whenever the people are silent,

you can still see them patrolling the ward,

Silent caring,

is the collection of permanent warmth in the hearts of patients;

Whenever there is a dying situation

Whenever the patient has an unusual reflection

It is the doctor's hands in front of the nervous resuscitation,

The doctor's hands in front of the doctor's hands in front of the doctor's hands in front of the doctor's eyes.

The hands in front of the nervous resuscitation,

timely delivery of hope and courage,

the once fragile life to lead

How many warm words,

is a trickling stream,

sweet and clear

Even if the patient unfortunately died,

they are still taking care of the

many things behind them,

they are still taking care of the patient.

The beginning and the end of a life,

are accompanied by angelic nurses

at sunset and dawn.

Witnessed countless sorrows and joys,

Shuttled between wards and rooms

Rinsed countless saline water

Wrote countless records,

Biological clock inversion

Plus face the horror of the dark night;

Exhausted mind and body has been overloaded,

In this battlefield of the no-smoke.

Every day, every day,

they are simple and ordinary

with the responsibility to interpret into a wonderful countless

remember?

There is a description of the old man Bing Xin:

Love on the left, sympathy on the right,

Walking on both sides of life,

Anytime flowering, at any time sowing,

Will be a long path embellished with flowers,

So that pedestrians through the branches of the brush,

There are tears can be fallen do not feel miserable.

The thorns and thistles are not painful to tread on. Isn't this the most accurate tribute to nurses

The angels who live beside us

They are as beautiful as butterflies,

They are as light-footed as feathers

Because they feel the preciousness of life at all times,

So the nurses' youth will never be wasted

They are with the ordinary,

Forgetting to burn themselves out,

They will not be able to do anything about it.

The pure heart is as vast as the sky.

Like a quietly blooming orchid,

they have a silent conversation with the sun.

They always stand behind the scenery and praise

What they leave to themselves is a simple and unadorned

They comfort the moaning with an encouraging look

Together with the doctors

They amplify the hope of thousands of patients with confidence.

? I praise the nurses for their selfless love,

They dedicate themselves to the sea-like feelings;

Even if they are aggrieved

They make the example of the profession

? I praise the nurses for their ordinary but great,

trivial but laborious work;

the weak shoulders at the same time is

a daughter, mother and wife of the heavy burden;

? I praise the nurses

as spring dew

nourish the patient's drought heart;

as summer breeze

blowing away the haze of the patient's mind;

they are like the moonlight of the autumn night

sprinkled with the patient's beach of health;

they are like the sunshine of the winter

evaporate the patient's sorrow and The patient's sorrows and difficulties are evaporated.

? I praise the nurses

They do not ask for anything in return

The spirit of Florence Nightingale is eternal.

Silent dedication

is their eternal pride.

Part 3: 2017 poems about singing the praises of white angels

The footsteps of angels

? Dedicated to Nurses Day

In the spring, you came with warm steps,

in a soft voice,

let us forget the pain of taking medicine,

forget the pain of injections.

In the summer, you came with enthusiastic steps,

with a smile on your face,

making us forget the sorrow of illness,

forgetting the annoyance of hospitalization.

In the fall, you came with steady steps,

in an orderly manner,

bringing us the courage to overcome the disease,

bringing the confidence to restore health.

In the winter, you came with rigorous steps,

in a calm and unhurried manner,

bringing us the hope of saving lives,

bringing a happy and beautiful tomorrow.

Late at night, there were your light steps in the ward,

and we slept peacefully under your careful scrutiny.

In the daytime, there are your busy steps in the ward,

and we are gradually recovering under your careful care.

Whether it's spring, summer, fall or winter,

whether it's night or day,

your footsteps keep shuttling inside the ward,

the footsteps of time keep shuttling on you.

The figure in the nurse's uniform is no longer so straight,

Hundun cap in the green silk added some Chinese hair.

You interpreted the eternal youth with the footsteps of angels,

We remembered the noble you with eternal gratitude.

Dedicated to you, the glorious Nurses Day!

Dedicated to you, beloved angels!