How to describe poetry pictures in plain language

In the sunset, it can't bear to leave, looking back, unwilling to force its center, only separated by weeping willows. In the sunset, the soft willows are dyed golden, and the ethereal and gorgeous golden color is like an affectionate girl, also looking back, shyly retreating in the touch of her eyes. At the place where the eyes are made, there is a pool of waves, jumping like waves, rolling gently and rolling from her heart.