Su Shi's genre style?

It is often said that Su Shi is an uninhibited poet, but in fact only one tenth of Su Shi's poems are uninhibited. Su Shi wrote ci because of his mood at that time, either bold or graceful, and there was no rule to follow. For example, that song was written by Su Shi 1076 in Mizhou, Shandong Province. At that time, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Su Shi was drunk and thought of his political frustration and his younger brother Su Zhe, so he wrote,' When is the bright moon? Ask heaven for wine. I wonder what year it is today. I went home by the wind, and I was afraid that it would be cold in Qionglou Yuyu, so I danced to find a shadow. What was it like? I turned to Zhuge for help. I was in a low house and couldn't sleep. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? There are joys and sorrows, and the moon is full and sunny. This matter is ancient and difficult, and I hope it will pass over time. Isn't this word graceful? This word is a true portrayal of his situation. At that time, it was Mizhou, which is now the prefect of Zhucheng in Shandong Province. He used to be an official in Beijing, but he volunteered to be released as an official because of his different political views from Wang Anshi, who was in power. Qionglou Yuyu' refers to the capital, which was' too high to be cold' by the emperor, so it is better to be at ease indoors. Su Shi also wrote another term in Mizhou, Jiangchengzi, which he wrote in memory of his dead wife. Su Shi's first wife Wang Fu, also in Meizhou, married Su Shi at the age of 16. Wang Fu is handsome and knowledgeable, harmonious with Su Shi's piano, and very kind. Unfortunately, I was married for eleven years and died young. When Su Shi wrote Jiangchengzi, Wang Fu had been dead for ten years, but Su Shi still thought about her. Ten years of life and death are boundless, thoughtless and unforgettable. Nothing is bleak in a lonely grave thousands of miles away. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. Came to the dream and suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan Winter is getting dressed. Looking after each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears will break my heart every year, the moon will be bright, and the pine hills will be short. After ten years of separation from my wife, even if I don't think about it deliberately, my wife's voice and smile will appear in my mind from time to time. I am in Mizhou, and my wife is buried in Sichuan, thousands of miles apart, so I can't tell. Even if we can meet, my wife won't recognize herself. In the past ten years, the ups and downs of official career and life have long been the appearance of aging. In my dream, I seem to see the young wife's costume again. When the husband and wife met, they didn't know where to start, but they were in tears. Thinking of the lonely moon thousands of miles away, my wife will miss herself every year. Writing mourning in words is Su Shi's initiative. It is not difficult to see the sincerity and affection of husband and wife from this word. Su Shi has a lot of graceful words, so I won't elaborate on them one by one.