The first acquaintance with the red beach is a glimpse of the photos on the Internet, only to see thousands of hectares, thousands of hectares, and even hundreds of thousands of hectares of tidal flats, the red and purple colors, like the glow of fire, splashing freely and freely, waving wantonly, rendering the magic of nature, showing the meaning and true color of life.

It's late autumn, the most charming season, how can you miss it?

The deep and light shades of red that can not be seen at a glance are already close in front of us, and what an incredible charm it is! The red "Suaeda grass" is large and neat, spreading from the embankment to the sea, covering a large area of tidal flats at the mouth of the river.

The long artemisia grass is in full bloom, and there is no edge in sight. Originally grass-colored, washed into red maple. The tide rises and the blue is the sea, and the tide falls red to the sky.

Only this kind of wonderful verse is worthy of the great beauty in front of us.

Suaeda grass is a small and delicate coral-like grass, although the plant is short but densely foliage, it grows out of the ground in April and May every year, and the color is tender red at first, and then gradually deepens, and only in late autumn does it show a disorienting and charming appearance.

It is located in a delta, like a giant trumpet, which has been washed and deposited for thousands of years to form this coastal wetland that is compatible with brackishness. Suaeda grass is like a fish in water in this wetland, showing the most gorgeous costumes of a life group.

Nature uses this magical beach as a canvas, and every year at the beginning of April, the long coastline turns red with the slightest wave of the wind. And at this moment, the red beach is already red. As you take the scenic train to the depths, you can see the red strokes, connecting the land and extending to the ocean, which is the ink color swaying out of the Suaeda grass. One by one, one by one, it becomes the background color of the life of the painting.

The 18-kilometer scenic corridor runs through the entire tourist attraction, dividing the east and west into two major parts: on the east side is the vast and boundless reed wetland and the green rice fields, and the roadside is full of the towering derricks of the Liaohe Oilfield, the crimson pumping units and intertwined oil pipelines, and the pumping stations dotted around, and the industrious kowtow machines are working tirelessly, a busy scene of industrial construction. They bloom in the heart of the sea of reeds, like blades, like epiphany, like shaking spirits.

On the west side, the highlight is the bright red, a wonderful spectacle that stretches for hundreds of miles - Red Beach. Red and green meet each other for half the sky, and this wonder is most clearly reflected in the space of Covered Bridge Love Dream and Rice Dream.

Continuing on, the left side of the corridor faces the sea, and is connected by a 400-meter-long plank road with a heart-shaped corridor and an arched magpie bridge. A groove is like Cupid's arrow only piercing the bottom of the heart, forming a natural picture scroll of an arrow piercing the heart.

Coming to the Rice Dream Space, here is the art planted in the field, where the three colored rice rices of yellow, green and purple are interwoven into a natural painting that seems to be natural. It seems simple, but each one is formed after several months of colored rice breeding, pattern design, fixed-point surveying and mapping, seedling planting, and field management by experts.

On each side of the observation tower, you can see a lifelike bird belonging to the Red Beach spreading its wings and soaring over this vast land. In autumn, when the green wheat fields have all turned into golden ears of rice, it is another beautiful harvest scene.

Walking in this green wilderness, the world is beautiful and speechless, and the heart is as free as the wind. When the morning sun rises, the mist shrouds this red-green harbor like a light veil, and the painting presents endless warm colors along with the newborn sun.

With love as the door and the sea as the window, it is full of beautiful poetry. Even the seats on the side of the road are designed to be couples snuggling up to each other and watching the sea. It is also the closest place to the sea. It is said that when viewed from the air, you can see the pier connecting the two hearts and plunging straight into the sea.

The trestle is like flowing water, winding into the sea. The armrests on both sides are bolted with red ropes and love locks. Legend has it that as long as the token of love is left here, love will rot forever. Step to the terminal of the trestle, looking back at the twilight, the spectacular along with the trestle promenade stretching out to the sea.

During the open sea season, fishermen set out from here and rushed to the sea with hope, competing for the current and thousands of sails, which is spectacular, and during the closed sea season, large boats and small boats anchor along the shore and sway with the waves.

The fishermen were not hanging fish, but crabs. Every vibration of the plank road will alarm the small crabs that survive in the tidal flats. This is also a unique scene.

Every year when migratory birds migrate in spring and autumn, this is the best place for them to rest. Although it is not the migration season, dozens of red-crowned cranes have chosen to stay here for a long time, thus becoming the northernmost limit of red-crowned cranes for wintering and the southernmost limit of breeding. Occasionally, you can see one or two red-crowned cranes in the depths of the wetland, stopping to rest, or flapping their wings overhead.

As the sun sets, walk into the depths of the Red Sea and enjoy the thrill of reading up close. Looking far away, one after another, one after another, it was so dazzling, and it was so brilliant. The winding channels and antique covered bridges that connect to the sky add to the dreamy color, and gazing at this spectacle is as if you were on a Red Sea planet flying light years away, which is unforgettable.

I can't help but ask: Are those tidal flats and ravines that have not been brushed down the bold blank space of the rafter pen of the painting god?

The river flows under your feet, the delicate riverbed, the fat and soft lumps of sinuous cream. From the pavilion to the distance, whether it is the reed sea or the red beach, everything is in full view.

At sunset, tens of thousands of red Suaeda grass here are like a red coat covering the endless tidal flats in front of you, making the originally unsightly saline-alkali land present a prosperous scene like smoke and fire, surrounded by red grass and green reeds, and then covered with a layer of haze made of light yarn, a beautiful impressionist work!

The rice fields in the distance are green, the sea of reeds is also green, the red tidal flats, the golden sunset is shining, and occasionally birds fly by, everything is so quiet and beautiful......

When the tide is at its most spectacular, a more magnificent red picture sweeps along with the waves. The water of the high tide flooded the tidal flats, and suddenly the glow of the sun illuminated the river like waves hitting the shore, and the bright water surface was crystal clear.

First dark red, then golden, and finally thousands of reed flowers emerge, elegant swaying in the wind, in the backlight of the glow, red-crowned cranes fly low on the red beach, shocking and flashing, this situation is engraved in the heart, can not be a square thing.

When the crane bird hovers, it flies, and the crab and fish are fat in the reed flowers. The boundless canopy grass swells in the sky, and the sunset dyes the tidal flats all over the place.

SC Johnson was amazed at the tenacious vitality of Suaeda grass, which is not very deep, but its dense roots cling to every inch of the dirt on the beach. It suffers from the invasion of the sea once a day, and its vitality is more tenacious than in other places.

When the tide comes, you won't see the plant at all. But stormy waves can swallow it, but they can't sweep it away. At high tide they hide in the sea, and at low tide they peek out of the water, and their drips of water are as beautiful as flames. Like patches of red coral, and green reeds, intertwined into a magnificent picture!

They obey the call of the season, but they do not stick to the tidal flats. It follows the trail of the waves every year, and when the tidal flats extend to the sea at a speed of tens of meters per year, the Suaeda grass also tends to sway its red figure on the edge of the waves.

No one sows and cultivates, and no one cares for them, but these seemingly fragile lives are breathtakingly resilient. People like Suaeda grass not only because it is a visual "red carpet", but also because it is vivid, dazzling, and a miracle of life.