Can you help me write a poem about a wanderer going home for the New Year?

Time passed like a disease without delay, and it was another year to work outside.

Frost and snow are full of discontent and meet happily.

12 months, the north wind blows hard,

The festival is another year.

Pack up and go home,

Hometown wanderer meets mulberry field.

His wife and children looked at the door with tears in their eyes.

Parents help each other.

Sitting at the table, crying and drinking wine,

The separation of flesh and blood celebrates the reunion.

Young people leave home to return to their old age, travel all over the world, work hard, are not afraid of hardship, and only want relatives to comfort them.