Shili Qingshan is far away, and the tide is flat and the road is sand. Several times, the birds complained about the years, which was the bleak moment of the end of the world.
The Millennium gathers the waning moon, and the breeze scatters the clouds. Green Di Yang asked Lotus: Remember the family that sold wine in those days?
If classified according to Tang poetry and Song poetry, it definitely belongs to Song poetry.
If classified according to the bold and graceful, I think it should belong to the graceful category.