Modern poetry with the theme of home

Please refer to the merger of three suites at home; 1. What is home? Home is a warm hut in a storm. Home is a hip flask on a snowy day. What is home? Home is pots and pans, oil and salt sauce vinegar. Home is a hall full of children with red candles. 2. Who will come to my deserted garden! Note that this road is covered with moss. Goldwind sent the fallen leaves to the window, like collecting debts. Charming girls who drop out of school set geese, and the darling of bad karma picks wild vegetables. A good wife sits under the eaves, and a needle makes up my whore. But unlike people who have been poor together, I have no intention of enjoying the beautiful autumn flowers. My home is a star on the horizon. The streets of the city are brightly lit and neon-lit. People in my community are not brightly lit, warm and romantic. Their temporary apartment is brightly lit and empty. It's still not my home. My home is the star on the horizon, but I can only look back at the star home that went home deeply-the Yellow River in the dream of a wanderer in a foreign land, Mount Tai in the hearts of overseas Chinese, and the dawn in front of Tiananmen Square. But the twilight inside and outside the Great Wall is a nation gathered by square Chinese characters, surrounded by a yellow-skinned and black-haired flag, 9.6 million square kilometers of land under the flag, and five red stars inlaid on one side-Du Fu's hut, wandering clothes that a loving mother will never sew, a stove balcony dresser that a woman will never leave, a cigarette case that a man can't live without, a hot kang with a small glass, and a warm harbor in the world to avoid the wind and frost. It is a free kingdom for you to indulge your feelings, an eternal post station to accompany you through your life, an Eden to nurture your lifelong love-a nest on the olive tree in your husband's dream. It's colorful silks and satins woven by his wife with painstaking efforts, a naughty corner for children to put their schoolbags, a warm space frequented by friends, selfless care forged by relatives with flesh and blood, and the source of Qianjiang River, a passionate emotional home sincerely connected by people. This green land is the beautiful city wall next to Ma Jinxi, namely Nanhu, Jiang Bin and Huaying. However, Jiangdong is a place called Aotan New District, which can accept the happiness and hope of your life and nurture the harmony and happiness of your life. Her name is Tianxiajia ... Home is Qiansun Zhaoli, the home of Wu Zhou Zhengwang, home is young and caring, home is husband and wife harmony, home is eternal love, home is brothers and sisters, home is the laughter that warms your heart at the dinner table when you are together. After parting, home is the light that shines in your heart forever. Home is a mother who never tires of listening. In my sleep, home is the magpie's nest at the gate. A family is formed when firecrackers sound on festivals. No matter where you go, you can take care of rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. The spoon is always on the edge of the pot, even if there are not thousands of millet. As long as the ancestors of the whole family say "prosperous family" and "prosperous family", there will be more understanding and harmony.