Come to Argentina to experience a unique cultural landscape

The gaucho cowboys are excellent riders, the first one on the right is a female rider.

The gaucho folk songs and dances are the true essence of Argentina.

Argentina is a country I want to visit again and again. The natural beauty of the rushing waterfalls and magnificent glaciers captivate me, and the unique human landscape of the mestizo people is even more fascinating.

Takahashi cowboys are hard-working.

The anticipation of the Argentine Pampas Grassland stems from the story of the Argentine trip "Lover" written by San Mao. The vast and magnificent grasslands, the proud gaucho cowboys, the love story of love at first sight, beautiful and touching.

Except for the vast Atlantic Ocean to the east of Buenos Aires, all other directions are surrounded by the oceanic Pampa grasslands, and you can smell the grasslands right out of the city.

The roads were lined with rural ranches, and majestic riders galloped past carrying cowhide wine bags, knives on one waist and yerba matadors on the other, the cowboys of the gaucho people.

The gauchos are descendants of a 16th-century mixture of Spaniards and Indians. They were accepted neither by the Native Americans in their mother's homeland nor by the European descendants in the cities. Only the sprawling prairie accepted them.

The wandering life environment created the Gaucho cowboys hard-working, tough and brave character. They were brave, untamed, and valued profit over righteousness, gradually forming a unique culture and becoming a unique nomadic people.

The Pemba grasslands have several estates open to visitors, some of which have a history of hundreds of years. Eighty-seven kilometers north of Buenos Aires, two straight rows of poplars take me from endless pastures to Estancia Don Silvano. the courtyard is filled with colorful roses. In the reception room, you can eat and drink wine and fried beef dumplings.

The expected image of the gaucho cowboy stands intact in front of his eyes: dark hair, dark eyes and brown skin inherited from the Indians, while his handsome, athletic physique and well-defined features are inherited from the Spaniards. They wore dark, wide-brimmed hats, triangular scarves around their necks, lantern pants, wide belts embroidered and adorned with silver jewelry around their waists, and sometimes traditional cloaks. These men, whose faces are y wrinkled by the elements, have a very cool image but a kind and romantic character.

After entering the estate, horses and carriages were ridden in the meadow. Dozens of high horses were domesticated and quite honest. The saddles were made of cowhide with padded sheepskin and were comfortable to sit on. I've been a cowboy for a while now.

Argentina's barbecue is world-famous, and an important part of a visit to the hacienda is, of course, the barbecue. The dining room, which can seat up to 100 people at a time, has been converted from an old barn, with a few chairs made of cowbone cowhide, heavy wooden frames and a small bar, all old farm furniture. Next to the restaurant is a 10-meter-long right-angle barbecue. Charcoal was burning vigorously and smoke filled the air. Beef and chicken were grilled, and the scent of grilled meat wafted in the breeze.

Gauchos don't like frozen beef. They are freshly butchered and roasted. Before setting out to graze in the morning, they cut the raw meat into thin slices and place them under the saddle. After a day of bumpy rides, the heat generated by the horse's back cooked the raw meat under the saddle. Remove the slices of meat and mix them with condiments, and you have the unique flavor of Gaucho beef; they also eat beef jerky.

The national songs and dances are passionate and exuberant.

The Gaucho folk song and dance show begins. When the music is full of passion, the dancers wave whips, beat drums, stomp their feet and sing loudly. The rhythms are heart-pounding and show the tough and bold character of the Gaoqiao cowboys. When the music is low and gentle, the dancers' long skirts float and their feet stretch. In the stirring beats, there is a lingering sadness and sorrow hidden, and the interwoven contradictory melodies are very touching, showing the tenacious spirit of this mixed-race people fighting against destiny, as well as the contradictory temperament of passion, romance, loneliness and melancholy. Takahashi's folk songs and dances are the true national treasure of Argentina, the artistic soul floating on the Pemba grasslands.

The host is also a singer. Age and weather have carved wrinkles on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes, which gives his songs a y infectious quality. He sings as he holds his guitar, the rhythm and rhyme of the gaucho language flowing from his fingertips, singing about the lives of the people at the bottom of the ladder. The tourists, mostly from Central and South America, share the same language and culture, and are fascinated by the chorus on and off the stage. Singers with a gaucho ethos have been passed down from generation to generation, and bardic improvisation is an important part of gaucho culture.

Only two of us were Oriental. The host first invited us to sing "The Moon Represents My Heart" in Chinese, then pulled us on stage, gave us a gaucho shawl and told us to dance to the music, drawing laughter and applause from the audience.

Then we were invited to dance with the dancers. This kind of treatment is usually only given to handsome men and women. We were old enough to show that Argentines have a deep affection for China. The tourists also left their seats to sing and dance with the cowboys of Gaucho, and the guests and hosts were all happy.

In the show, there were cowboy life from Gaucho people, such as taming horses and lassoing cattle and horses. The Gaucho cowboy could sing and dance and galloped in style on horseback. He was a strong rider, a brave trainer and a passionate romantic man.

The Takahashi cowboy invented the Flying Stone Rope, which was tied with stones and twine. It looked simple enough for the average man to control. On their flying horses, they held the rope loops in one hand and turned the ropes tied to the rocks with the other. When they turn as fast as they can, they aim at their target and swing out, aggressively.

The most romantic part is picking out the rings. Several riders, including a woman, stand on the backs of galloping horses at the same time and use the sticks in their hands to easily pick the rings hanging from the beams. As the crowd cheered, the rider gave the ring to a beautiful woman in the crowd, and he received a kiss in return. If the pretty girl gets married, her husband must kiss the rider's horse, drawing applause and whistles from the crowd.

Before leaving the farm, the host gave Yerba Mate hot sugar, which meant the guests were honored guests in the minds of the gauchos. When every gaucho comes of age, his elders give him a set of yerba mate tools engraved with his name.

The world tango dance is selfless.

I love the tango, and I think I know this European South American dance like the back of my hand. However, when I enjoyed the passionate and sad tango in Buenos Aires, my emotions couldn't help but meld into it, and I realized with a deep sense of wonder that only in Argentina could the wide variety of tango styles be displayed so well. The tango has been listed as an intangible cultural heritage by UNESCO.

Into the home of tango, La Boca, a port on the southern outskirts of Buenos Aires. The houses lining the streets of Caminito are low and crowded, and the stone pavement is a bit uneven. Workers used to bring home stray paint left over from the paint boats and paint the outside of the houses colorfully. Now, I'm painting tango ads and becoming an artist village. Being here is like being in the tango world. the 200-meter-long street is lined with sculptures, murals, and shelves filled with tango souvenirs, handicrafts and books on the tango theme.

Toward the end of the 19th century, Spanish and Italian seafarers, poor people, African slaves, etc. poured into Argentina from Boca in search of their dreams. Bumpy fates, sentimental nostalgia, and a grossly unbalanced gender ratio plunged the newcomers into disillusionment and anxiety. As the deep accordion, the sadness of the violin, and the teasing melody of the guitar wandered through the streets of Caminito, the nostalgic tango music was born.

Several pairs of tango dancers are scattered through the streets of Boca. A pair of partners, a contestant, a tall, beautiful girl in a bare-backed, strapless dress and a handsome man in black, dance to the spirited tango music. There is an indescribably moving quality to their performance: a sadness hidden in the splendor, a twinkle of luxury in the blandness. Street tango also fully demonstrates male masculinity and female tenderness, showing the sweet and sour, the hope and the disappointment of life. I stood and watched song after song, unable to leave.

San Telmo's Sunday market is similar to a temple fair. I got there early in the morning, and the police had already blocked off a few blocks around the area as a pedestrian mall. Many people came earlier than I did. They came looking for antiques. Vendors took over the cobblestone street park, selling everything. I looked directly at Tango, and there were several waves!

Look at the dancers, the costumes are just as flamboyant, the dancing just as skillful. They jump with the same concentration, stretching their steps and raising their hands to convey the various tango flavors. At this point, the tango is back to its original state, the dancers in the world and the crowd perform the tango full of South American romantic flavor. There was a small group of young people playing in the street, and even the piano was moved here. On this day, I only paid some tips and watched a couple of tangos. If I hadn't been so afraid of making a fool of myself, I would have been asked to teach them a few steps!

Restaurants and bars in Buenos Aires don't open until after 8 p.m., and some advertise out front. The highlight is enjoying a free tango dance at 10pm. Nightlife here feels like a continuation of the day, and it's normal to dance until midnight.

Large photographs and statues of Carlos, the king of tango, can be seen everywhere on the streets of Buenos Aires. A bronze statue of Carlos stands outside the exhibition hall of Carlos' former home on Carlos Street, where tango lovers come to pay their respects.

The Port of Buenos Aires is home to the privately donated Puente de la Mujer Bridge, also known as the Tango Bridge and the Women's Bridge. This 117-meter suspended pedestrian bridge is white in color and it is shaped as two simple lines. The bridge is divided into three sections, with the center section rotating 90 degrees to allow boats to pass through. Designer Santiago Calatrava explained that the bridge symbolizes a pair of tango dancers, with a man (the cantilever) bending over to face his female partner (the bridge), which does have a tango charm when viewed from a distance.

I also enjoyed an elegant professional tango show at the Mister Tango Theater. Not a traditional theater model, it's a lobby with a circular stage in the center, three levels, which can be raised and lowered. The music pool is suspended above the stage and can be raised and lowered, making the music seem like it's coming from heaven in a unique way. The stage is placed along the stage, and the second and third floors are boxes and restaurants. The walls are covered with large photographs of dignitaries, celebrities and stars from around the world who have watched performances here, including the Clintons and several Hollywood stars.

The atmosphere of the theater was cool and regal with low music. Waiters brought Argentine wine, followed by a hearty barbecue. When the wine was half-drunk, the tango show began.

Only at a theater show can you enjoy such authentic tango music. A typical tango band plays rhythms on piano and bass and melodies on accordion and violin. The unique accordion was imported from Germany to Argentina and adapted. Its dense tone matches the sentimental connotations of tango and expresses the homesickness of the mestizo, making it irresistible to the audience. Several top musicians in their 70s and 80s played with passion. The waiter told me that the older musicians said tango has a long history.

The two-hour show was carefully choreographed into a musical about the origins and development of tango. First, there was the rough and simple folk dance of the gauchos, two cowboys on a bristling, hoofed horse, charging the stage, God knows where they came from. Another gentle flirtation in the carnival brought by European sailors. The modern tango with its European roots is far removed from the ethnic traditions of the gauchos, but its mournful melodies and exciting passion remain. In the exciting performances of male and female singers, solo and group dances are used to present classical dances from various periods of tango's development and the music of related master musicians. Following the trajectory of tango's development, a vivid picture of tango's history is passionately interpreted to the audience with dance, music, song and appropriate lighting and sound.

In the last scene, several huge Argentine flags fell from the sky, and the singer tearfully sang the theme song of the movie "Argentina, Don't Cry for Me" (Evita). The mesmerized audience on stage sang in unison: I love you, I hope you love me too. Don't cry for me, Argentina! The patriotism of the Argentinians touched me y. This is indeed an elegant and vulgar **** appreciation of the audio-visual feast, evocative.

Tango is a combination of music, dance and poetry, and is a culture melted in the blood of the Argentine people. Cellist Yo-Yo Ma said: the rhythm of tango is not only love and dreams, but also pain and reality. As long as there is a Buenos Aires person, there will be a night full of moonlight and tango.

During my stay in Argentina, I y felt the four national treasures of Argentina: tango, soccer, barbecue and maté tea, which represent the center of gravity of people's lives. Among them, gauchos and tango are the best examples of Argentine national culture.