Good-hearted people, can you tell me something about the poem "Green Campus, Creative Campus"? . . . I really appreciate it.

First, the four seasons songs on campus

Golden campus

We came noisily.

Young mind

Full of infinite expectations

The world in plain clothes

We let off steam.

Passionate feelings

The colorful life of radiation

Green campus

Those ignorant teenagers

Publicize the glory of life

Appreciate the infinity of knowledge

Hot campus

Those young faces

Full of knowledge

Looking forward to the new school year

Four seasons campus

Every year is more colorful.

at once

We have grown up.

therefore

With the joy of growing up

We left silently.

Yesterday, it was a beautiful earth.

Yesterday, it was a beautiful earth.

The environment is as beautiful as heaven.

Flowers and trees accompany people,

Birds and flowers are singing in the mountains.

In the morning fog, the workers are building houses everywhere.

Under the scorching sun, sewage burst out of the factory building.

All parts of the world are suffering from floods and storms.

Fish died in groups in pain.

Alas! Just for a short time,

The change is beyond people's imagination.

The earth we live in,

Has become a hellish place,

Viruses and bacteria do whatever they want everywhere,

Hurricanes and earthquakes have become commonplace.

High-rise buildings have also become piles of ruins.

The whole world is full of fear and panic.

People! People living all over the world!

Are you just watching the earth destroy?

Let's hurry to protect the earth,

Otherwise, the only thing waiting for you is the destruction of your home.

Third, the green campus line.

Youqing boulevard

Have my leisure and poetry.

Swimming in the blue sky

Sleep on the grass ridge

The sound of sound waves, this book

The song lingers in the heart of the cloud.

Open your heart to the heat of light.

Swimming in the natural wind

Butterfly language of love

Like a quiet spring in ancient times

Buds full of red beans

A fragrant fragrance flows through.

The great image of the shadow of tall bushes

Marble climbing is beautiful.

The wings of ideological pursuit

The infinite gold of truth

There is a garden in full of green in Haruka.

Wandering like morning dew.

In the hearts of young boys and girls

Release the light of dawn

I wonder if the format you are talking about is the format of poetry?