"Life is a hero, death is a ghost male.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East. "
( 1)
Night has come. He and his horse stood alone on the cold bank of the Wujiang River. The autumn wind lifted his messy long hair, and his resolute face was actually full of fatigue. He recalled what his uncle said when he was young: "It is as wrong to sacrifice one person for Qian Qian as it is for Qian Qian. However, you must make a choice. " Yes, it's time to make a choice tonight. He looked back at the camp not far away, which was once brilliant and now decadent. He couldn't bear to think about it again. He just stroked the mane of the horse beside him gently. When he saw the horse's eyes shining and the tiger's eyes swelled, he quickly turned his head to one side. ...
(2)
Dozens of people are drinking gloomily, and the noise of the past is a bit more sad. He didn't say anything. He held the jar in his hands and drank it selfishly until he drank the whole jar. Then he stood up and took out a bundle from the side. He walked to the front of the wine table, grabbed a silver ingot from the bag, put it in front of dozens of people, waved his hand, went his own way, and then put his face aside. He heard a tinkling sound behind him, as if he felt that the weapon thrown to the ground was hitting his heart. For a long time, he slowly turned his head and was shocked. Where is the weapon that fell to the ground? It turned out to be a silver ingot.
(3)
She said to him, "Life is your man, and death is your ghost." He watched as she raised her sword and rubbed it on her white and pink neck. He looked helplessly, helpless. It's the first time I feel the color is so harsh. It once gushed out from the enemy's neck, and now it has dyed the jade yellow shirt of the woman I love red ... muddy tears fell silently.
(4)
He finally fell into the encirclement of the enemy, and they all did their best. However, the enemy came like a flood. When he was pushed onto the small life raft by the Ministry, he let out a virtual roar, put the horse on the raft and whispered, "In the afterlife, we are still brothers." Then he raised his weapon and jumped into the tide. Through the layers of blood, he saw the black cone horse on the raft jump into the bottomless Wujiang River and saw his brothers fall down one by one. He doesn't regret his choice. He raised his sword with tears and smiles ... On the bank of Wujiang River, overlord shed tears. ...
In 2003, the terrible SARS virus came into being, which cast a shadow over people's lives. Sars, the hateful enemy, made the motherland lose its smile. Walking in the street, all I see are those eyes full of fear and desire to win. Who stepped forward at this critical moment? who is it? It's our doctors and nurses! You serve patients day and night, you can't go home to visit your old mother, you can't go home to take care of your young children, you can't ... Even so, you chose your post and fought on your own battlefield without hesitation. You are the heroes of today; You are an angel in our hearts.
Although you know that your infection rate is higher than that of ordinary people, despite these, you are still fighting in your post. In this battlefield without smoke, you advance wave after wave and are fearless. You are ambassadors of security and brave soldiers. Because of you, our confidence has doubled. What are we afraid of in the face of SARS?
These days, my heart is always surging with waves after waves, because of your kind and powerful voice, because of your firm choice, because of your touching actions. I know: in the 302 hospital, there is a 74-year-old professor, his grandfather Jiang. After receiving the urgent notice, he immediately returned to the hospital, regardless of his illness, fighting for three days and three nights in a row, giving advice to the doctor and relieving the pain for the patient. But it didn't last long. Unfortunately, something happened: Professor Jiang was infected with SARS on March 14. In the hospital bed, he repeatedly asked the doctor to inject him with normal serum according to his illness and years of experience. Do you know that?/You know what? This is the first time, how dangerous it is! After a long 23 days, Professor Jiang's illness was finally overcome by his spirit and will. After recovery, he returned to his post. The sunset is like fire. What is calling him and what makes him have such a firm belief? The answer is a word-"love", which contains courage and responsibility. In fact, there are still many white soldiers like Grandpa Jiang.
Your smile makes our patients feel kind and gratified. However, today, although we meet face to face every day, we can't fully see your smiling face, but we can still feel your pure, kind and fiery heart in our hearts. You are the messengers of life and the kindling of happiness. Because of you, we have hope, because of you, the world is still wonderful. Heroes, soldiers in white who save lives, you embody virtue, faith and spirit. You are the loveliest people, and you are the heroes of today.
In the face of the raging SARS, we are United. Let's share our love, laugh at difficulties and stand on the Great Wall with our hearts. Let hope shine and miracle come.
Heroes-Dear soldiers in white, we love you forever.