Autumn Wind Puzzled

Life is like a flower that blooms in different ways at different times... Either beautiful, or ugly... No matter how noble or hypocritical, they are all tolerated by the world... And I am a flower that cannot bloom, and I am blindly chasing after the brilliance... I am a flower that cannot bloom, I want to bloom every kind of flower... A little bit of words, a trace of calmness, quietly composing my poems and writing my articles. When I'm awake, I sing songs while I'm drunk; when I'm drunk, I sing poems to the moon. Thousands of towers, every word is filled with tears, Don't laugh at other people's coarse cloth.