When I first met the Red Beach, I was a glimpse of the photos on the Internet. I saw them on thousands of acres, thousands of acres, and even hundreds of thousands of acres of mudflats. The red and purple colors were like clouds and fire, splashing freely and wiggling wildly, rendering the magic of nature and demonstrating the meaning and true nature of life.

It happened to be late autumn, the most charming time, how can you miss it?

The deep and shallow red that could not be seen was already in front of me. What an incredible charm! The red "alkali grass" was large and neat, spread from the underworld to the sea, covering the large mudflats at the mouth of the river, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, and was full of vigor in the wetland like soft mud.

The wormwood is full of flowers and never sees the edges. The original green grass is colored, and it is washed into red maple fresh. The tide is rising and blue is the sea, and the tide is falling and red is connected to the sky.

Only such wonderful poems are worthy of the great beauty in front of you.

Alkali grass is a humble and slender coral-like grass. Although the plants are short, the leaves are dense. It grows on the ground in April and May every year. The color is initially tender red, and then gradually deepens. It only presents a charming and charming appearance in late autumn.

The delta is located here, like a huge trumpet-shaped, after thousands of years of erosion and deposition, forming this salty and light-compatible coastal wetland. The alkaline wetland is like a fish in water in this wetland, showing the most gorgeous clothing of a life group.

Nature treats this magical beach as a canvas. At the beginning of April every year, the long coastline turns red with the sway of the wind. At this moment, the red beach is already red. As you take the small train in the scenic area to the depths, you can see the red strokes of strokes, connecting 6 places and extending to the ocean. It is the ink color swaying from the alkaline grass. One stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one background color of the painting life.

The 18-kilometer scenic corridor runs through the entire tourist attraction, naturally dividing the east and west parts: on the east side are vast reed wetlands and rice fields with green fields, and on the roadside are towering derricks of the Liaohe oil fields, crimson pumping machines and intertwined oil pipelines, scattered pump stations, hardworking kowtow machines work tirelessly, a busy scene of industrial construction. They bloom in the hinterland of the sea of ​​reeds, like blades, ethereal celestial elves, and like shaking elves.

On the west side is the highlight of the bright red wonder that stretches for hundreds of miles - Red Beach. Red and green connects half of the sky, and this wonder is most clearly reflected in the bridge love dreams and the rice dream space.

Continue to move forward, what you see is the left side of the corridor facing the sea, connected to the arch-shaped magpie bridge by a plank road about 40 meters long with a heart-shaped corridor frame. A groove is like Cupid's arrow piercing only into the heart, forming a natural scroll of one arrow piercing the heart.

When I came to the Rice Dream Space, here are the art planted in the fields. The three colorful rices of yellow, green and purple interwoven into natural paintings. It seems simple, but each one was formed after experts' colored rice breeding, pattern design, fixed-point surveying, seedling planting, and field management.

When you climb up to each side of the viewing building, you can see a lifelike bird belonging to the Red Beach soaring on this vast land. By autumn, all the green wheat fields have formed golden rice ears, which was another beautiful harvest scene.

Walking in this green wilderness, the world is beautiful and speechless, and the heart is free as the wind. Whenever the rising sun rises in the morning, the mist is like a gauze covering this red and green harbor, the painting is accompanied by the rising sun, showing endless warm colors.

Taking love as the door and the sea as the window, it is full of beautiful poetry. Even the seats on the roadside are designed as couples who snuggle up to each other and look at the sea. This is also the place closest to the sea. It is said that from the sky, you can see that the pier connects the hearts and penetrates directly into the sea.

The trestle is like a flowing cloud and flowing water, winding into the sea. The handrails on both sides are full of red ropes and love locks. It is said that as long as you leave a token of love here, love will be ruined and will last forever. Steps and the terminal of the trestle will return in the evening, and it will be magnificently extended to the sea along with the trestle corridor.

During the opening season, fishermen leave here and run towards the sea with hope. Hundreds of boats compete and thousands of sails compete, which is spectacular. During the closing season, large boats and small boats moor on the shore and sway with the waves.

The fishermen are not holding fish, but crabs. Every vibration of the plank road will alarm the small crabs that survive in the mudflats. This is also a unique scene.

Every year when migratory birds migrate in spring and autumn, this is their best place to rest halfway. Although it is not the migration season, there are roughly dozens of red-crowned cranes who choose to stay here for a long time, thus becoming the northernmost limit for red-crowned cranes to overwinter and the southernmost limit for breeding. Occasionally, you can accidentally see one or two red-crowned cranes in the depths of the wetlands, either stopping or resting, or flapping their wings over their heads.

When the sun sets in the evening, I walk into the depths of the Red Sea and enjoy it from a close distance. Looking at it from a distance, one after another, one after another, so dazzling and so dazzling. The winding channels and antique bridges connecting the sky add a dreamy color to it. Staring at this wonder is like being on the Red Sea planet flying beyond light years, it is unforgettable for this life.

I can't help but want to ask: Are those mudflats and gullies that have not been written down, the bold white space of the rafters of the god of painting?

The river water flows through the feet, the delicate riverbed, the plump and soft winding like blocks. Looking into the pavilion, you can see everything in the sea of ​​reeds or the red beach.

At sunset, tens of thousands of red alkaline grasses are covered with red clothes on the endless mudflats in front of you, making the originally unsightly saline-alkali land present a prosperous scene like smoke and fire. The surrounding red grass and green sea of ​​reeds are intertwined, and a layer of veil made of haze is covered, which is a beautiful impressionist work!

The rice fields in the distance are green, and the same green sea of ​​reeds, red mudflats, and golden sunsets. Sometimes, birds may fly past everything so quiet and beautiful...

When the most spectacular tide moment was approaching, a more magnificent red painting swept with the waves. The rising tide flooded the mudflats, and suddenly the rays of light were like waves on the shore, illuminating the river surface, and the bright water surface was crystal clear.

First, it is dark red, then golden. Finally, thousands of acres of reed flowers appear, swaying elegantly in the wind, and in the backlighting robe, the red-crowned cranes fly low and the red beach, and the geese suddenly appear. This feeling is engraved in the heart, and cannot be square.

Cranes and birds circling and fly, and crabs and fish are fat in the reeds. The boundless weeds surging the sky, and the clouds dye the mudflats and the ground are covered with a blazing sprouts.

Johnson was surprised by the tenacious vitality of the Alkali grass. You should know that its roots are not deep, but it holds tightly on every inch of soil on the beach with its dense roots. Here we have to suffer from sea water once a day, and its vitality is stronger than other places.

When the tide comes, you can't see this plant at all. But the stormy waves can swallow it, but they cannot sweep it away. When the tide is high, they hide quietly in the sea water and poke out of the water when the tide is low. Their drops of water have not diminished at all, and they are as gorgeous as the flames. They are like red corals and green reed marshes, interwoven into magnificent pictures!

They follow the call of the season, but do not stick to the sturdy flats. They follow the traces of the waves every year. When the sturdy flats extend to the sea at a distance of dozens of meters a year, the sturdy grass also sways its bright red figure on the edge of the waves.
Chapter completed!