Seek a poem related to flood fighting that is suitable for reading.

Sweat soaked the back of the clothes.

The horn has no retreat,

Heroic children die without regret.

Floods, waves, ghosts, houses, dams,

Don't hesitate to cross the bridge and get on board.

Eight hundred miles of plain travel in a hurry,

Thirty million people are safe.

It is you,

Against the wind and rain;

It is you,

Get up early and get greedy;

It is you,

Forget the hardships;

It is you,

Regardless of one's safety

……

I have no idea who you are.

But I know who you are.

Monuments outside the long beach,

The people shed tears.

I have no idea who you are.

But I know who you are.

In spring, the earth is covered with mountains and green.

Your smile still melts in the rain.

I have no idea who you are.

But I know who you are.

Youth is dedicated to the motherland,

Life is shaped without regrets.

Ten years,

At that time, children were spoiled,

Small trees have also grown into pillars;

Ten years,

At that time, Wang Yang became fertile land,

Tall buildings rise from the ground;

Ten years,

Hero of the year,

Are you there?

I have no idea who you are.

But I know who I miss.

I regard my old raincoat as a treasure,

I cherish this old kettle,

I watched Pojun's shoes secretly shed tears,

Pojun's clothes made me sad and heartbroken.

……

I have no idea who you are.

But I know who I miss.

During my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it rained heavily.

Flowers in front of the nameless tomb.

I have no idea who you are.

But I know who is the most beautiful.

Tears of missing flooded the sea of people,

Calling for relatives: Where are you?

I have no idea who you are.

But I know who I miss.

I have no idea who you are.

But I know who is the most beautiful.

My family,

My comrades in arms,

My brothers and sisters.

The green uniform shuttled in.

The forefront of the flood.

Take the lead and go forward bravely.

The mission of the party is always in the heart.

Step on the levee of a thousand miles.

But I don't have time to stop and rest.

Chapped lips

Nourished by flood-fighting songs again and again

Silent hand

Let the cities, villages and fields stay.

Touching trace

Let the high flood control monument turn into a huge sum of money and write the good news of victory on the vast chutian;

Let the mighty Yangtze River Bridge turn into a giant piano, play the hero's triumph and welcome the brilliant triumph of the flood-fighting soldiers!

Today, when we are about to end the magnificent book "Flood Control in 1998",

We left the struggle and thinking of life to history.

What will we do in the name of fighting floods?

In the name of fighting floods, forgetting 98 is betrayal!

When future generations press the replay button of history and hear the earth-shattering 98 flood-fighting cry, we will not feel ashamed, because we have fulfilled the responsibility of this generation!