In the dead of night, a kind woman carrying an oil lamp hurried through each ward in a soft voice. Whether those brave wounded are awake or asleep, whether they are smiling or moaning in pain. She smiled like an angel to every patient.

She was a great woman in the 19th century, Florence Nightingale, who fought for her life. Nightingale was born into a noble family in England. At that time, nursing was called a humble and poor profession. However, she did not give up her pursuit because of the difference in identity. The family's strong opposition did not shake the girl's determination. She went to the battlefield alone for her ideal. In 730 days and nights, she has given comfort to the patients and even made them forget their pain. Nightingale fought with the god of death, fighting for the life that the god of death had no right to kill. She was busy, and she made the wounded see a warm flame in the cold and heartless battlefield. Nightingale is approachable. Wherever she goes, there will be laughter. However, she ignores any eyes that are not well intentioned and repelled. Who can not say that she is an angel sent by God to save lives? Angels have been fulfilling their childhood promise to heal the wounded and save the dying in their limited lives. Perhaps, this is something that ordinary people can hardly imagine. When Nightingale fell asleep, she was still alone all her life. When Nightingale struggled to save the patients she had never met, a pure love prompted her to do so, which was undoubtedly the highest level of spiritual purification. This remarkable woman deserves people's respect. The love for all things made the great Nightingale.