They were terrified that the station director would spot some technical problem and cause them to be embarrassed on the spot.

"Alright, let's begin the rest of the rehearsal as normal!"

After saying that, the chief director, Li Jingshen, waved to the host next to the stage, signaling for the rehearsal to continue.

"The bright moon rises over the sea; we share this moment though we are far apart!"

"Under the witness of this moon that has endured for millennia, we can always touch upon eternal emotions amidst the flow of time. Tonight, a singer will reinterpret a timeless poem with contemporary notes—"

After receiving instructions from the director, Liu Xinyue, the female host dressed in a bright red dress, walked to the center of the stage, stood with a smile, and began to announce the next program in a gentle tone.

As the host began to speak.

Over the main stage.

A bright, round moon, seemingly real yet ethereal, slowly rotates.

At the same time, the poem "Shuidiao Getou" in ink wash calligraphy appeared on the background screen.

"Young singer Wang Yueheng has touched the hearts of countless listeners with his melodious voice. This time, he will take the Mid-Autumn Festival stage with a newly arranged song."

"To our surprise, the lyrics of this song are the original text of the poem 'Prelude to Water Melody: When Will the Moon Be Bright?'"

"As the harp ripples across the Milky Way, and electronic sounds tint the moonlight, let us follow Wang Yueheng's voice on this journey of moon-viewing that spans the ages..."

"Watch how he uses the flourishing of a prosperous era to inject new meaning into the concept of 'sharing the moon' across thousands of miles'."

"Listen to how he uses his beautiful voice to transform 'raising a cup to the blue sky' into an echo of the times—"

"Next, please enjoy the song 'May We All Live Long and Prosper' performed by singer Wang Yueheng!"

The host, Liu Xinyue, finished her introduction.

As the stage lights dimmed, a shimmering, deep blue light gradually appeared on the screens laid out on the stage floor.

At the same time, the camera on the big screen switched to Wang Yueheng, who had changed into his costume and was now on stage.

At this moment, he was wearing a dark blue retro-style long robe, with a piece of green jade bamboo pendant hanging at his waist, and holding a folding fan in his hand.

Like scholars and poets emerging from an ancient scroll, they are treading the mountain towards the moon.

With Wang Yueheng's appearance.

A melodious tune, like layers of blooming petals, gradually rose from all around.

In addition, the tranquil and enchanting moonlight shimmered in the sky.

This immediately quieted down the previously chaotic rehearsal venue.

"Go Yue Heng!"

"Can't wait!"

"I'm really curious, how exactly is this poem sung?"...

Zhang Han, Zhou Qian, and others, who had returned to the rehearsal venue, all offered their blessings as they looked at Wang Yueheng appearing on stage.

Faced with the arrival of several leaders from CCTV, Zhang Han and others also felt a little nervous for Wang Yueheng.

At the same time, everyone shared the same question.

That is, how will Wang Yueheng sing this poem, which can be called a timeless classic?

Pianist Richard, who had just finished rehearsing, held a translated manuscript in his hand.

They sat in their seats, looking up at Wang Yueheng, who was dressed in a retro outfit, waiting for him to start singing.

...

When will the moon be bright?

"Raising a cup to the heavens, I ask..."

"I do not know the celestial palaces."

What year is it tonight...?

The next moment.

Wang Yueheng looked up at the moon.

His voice, deep and magnetic, possessed a remarkable rhythmic beauty.

Like moonlight pouring down, it bathed the entire venue.

The opening verse alone drew everyone into the scene of poetry.

I wish to ride the wind and return home.

"I fear only the magnificent palaces and jade towers..."

The numerous singers and celebrities who had finished rehearsing all looked up at the poems on the background screen.

My mouth gradually and involuntarily opened into an "O" shape...

This poem—no, this song—can actually be sung like this?