深夜，甜蜜的鼾声，在轻轻飘荡。白衣战士，走进病房。轻轻的，悄悄的，如同一片白羽，亭亭玉立在病员的床旁。一趟，又一趟，打针、送药，问病、查房，……。严冬，你把门窗关紧；盛夏，你为病员塞好蚊帐，时时刻刻———把病员的冷暖，萦系在自己的心上。为了病员康复，早日 Late at night, sweet snoring, floating gently. White soldiers, into the ward. Gently, quietly, like a white feather, slim beside the patient’s bedside. A trip, another trip, injections, delivery, ask the disease, rounds, ... .... Harsh winter, you shut the windows and doors; summer, you plug the nets for the patient, at all times --- the patient’s warmth, Ying line in their own hearts. In order to recover the patient, early