When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace.

Just as the audience below the stage were discussing it.

Standing on the stage, Wang Yueheng has already raised the illusory brush in his hand and is writing lines of words in front of him.

Then each line of poetry seemed to be enchanted.

It slowly enlarges and floats high into the air, clearly displayed to every viewer.

Wow~

A gasp of surprise erupted from below the stage as the first line of poetry was recited.

The viewers sitting in front of the live broadcast were also stunned by the fantastic and beautiful writing scene before them.

I just regret that I can't record the screen or take a photo to share on social media.

Standing not far from the stage, He Jiong, Zhang Jie, and others looked up at the poems floating above them, their faces also filled with astonishment.

The sheer astonishment evoked by the very first line of poetry is no less than hearing a new musical work by Wang Yueheng.

"I long to ride the wind and return, yet I fear the jade palaces and crystal towers, where the cold is unbearable at such heights. I dance with my shadow, but how can it compare to being in the human world?"

Wang Yueheng stands on the stage, writing.

A phantom figure pieced together from ink, along with the gradually expanding and fluttering poems, appeared on a distant mountain peak.

It's like climbing an ethereal staircase, step by step, up a mountain ridge, where you can reach out and touch the full moon.

Her clothes fluttered in the night breeze, and a jade pendant seemed to sway lightly at her waist with each step.

Even though their faces are not clearly visible, they give off a sense of carefree and unrestrained spirit.

It's like an ancient person, slightly drunk, standing by a table in a high mountain pavilion, drinking alone under the moonlight while brandishing a sword.

Like a banished immortal who shattered the cloud steps and unexpectedly fell to the mortal world, he drowned his sorrows in wine, longing for his relatives and friends far away in the heavenly palace.

"What a nice view!"

"This is the first time I've felt that words can bring such spiritual enrichment!"

"I regret not studying those poems properly when I was in school..."

"No, compared to Wang Yueheng's poem, all the ones we learn in textbooks are just trash!"

"He truly seemed to have descended from heaven; his home was overflowing with literary gems and cultural treasures..."

Some fans in the live stream who weren't interested in poetry and were about to leave were moved by the poems written by Wang Yueheng.

Coupled with the wonderful and beautiful special effects, everyone gradually became immersed in the beauty of the mysterious world created by the words, and were reluctant to get up and leave.

It's as if what Wang Yueheng writes isn't just words, but rather unique visual symbols that strike a chord with people.

"The moon turns through the red pavilion, shines low through the embroidered window, illuminating my sleepless night. There should be no resentment, so why is the moon always full when we are apart?"

"People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and nothing in this world is ever perfect."

May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Yueheng sped up his writing.

However, the calligraphy he produced was still neat and vigorous, without the slightest flaw.

The entire poem then resembled a giant inscription, guarding the entire studio.

Even across the entire fantasy universe in parallel universes, it brings a sense of silent awe.

Whether they were in the audience at the scene or watching this scene from hundreds or thousands of miles away through the camera, it was a spectacle.

Everyone was captivated by the charm of the poem on the scene, gazing up at the words in the sky.

I was unable to recover from the beauty of this poem for a long time.

"What a wonderful line, 'When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky.' As expected of Wang Yueheng, he places the ancient world and human civilization on the same dimension from the very beginning, and uses a finite life to ask a bold question about infinite time and space."

"The power of this poem is no less than that of 'Jiang Cheng Zi: A Dream on the Night of the 24th of the Seventh Lunar Month in the Year of Jia Chen,' which he wrote for Dr. Knoxland last time, and it even surpasses the former in its breadth of vision!"

Professor Chen Ke from Shanghai University, who came to watch the performance, also looked at the poems floating in the air with amazement and couldn't help but comment with delight.

Chen Ke, a professor in the Department of Literature at Shanghai University and a member of the China Writers Association, is also a staunch fan of Wang Yueheng.