Does anyone know the author and full text of the ancient poem "Flowers bloom and fall, blown down by the wind"?

Spring breeze/sometimes it's a good spring breeze/sometimes it's a bad spring breeze/the flowers can't bloom/are blown down by the wind/and the flowers in Ying Ning are blown down by the wind in Pu Songling's Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio, and the moon is bright enough to be covered by clouds. I saw it in the partridge sky upstairs again, but I can't write it out.