In exchange for the opportunity to use such a high-end holographic projection technology!
"Whoosh~"
Just as Wang Yueheng raised the golden calligraphy brush, which was soaked in thick ink, on the stage.
The stage lighting effects also changed again.
As dusk fell, the last rays of sunset were gradually swallowed by the dark blue sky, and the earth slowly turned pitch black.
Just then.
A soft amber light suddenly emerged from a gap in the distant mountains on the horizon of the city.
A round moon, like a jade disc, seemed to break free from the shackles of clouds and mist, slowly rising into the sky and casting its clear light upon the sleeping earth.
As the full moon rises.
The clear moonlight meandered down the mountain ridge, sweeping over the sleeping village and brushing against the drooping rice ears in the fields.
The lakes in the suburbs reflected the moon's image, turning it into flowing, shimmering fragments of silver, like thousands of fireflies dancing on the water.
In the bustling city, thousands of lights shine, and through the windows you can even see scenes of young and old getting along happily together...
Under the moonlight, everything in the world seemed so happy and peaceful.
It was just a fleeting moment, the sight of a full moon rising.
The hundreds of thousands of viewers watching the live stream couldn't help but recall several songs that Wang Yueheng had previously written and sung.
From "Seven Mile Fragrance" to "Rice Fragrance," and then to "Nocturne," "Ten Thousand Frontiers," and "Big Fish"...
The beautiful visuals, like a three-dimensional light curtain, connected each classic song in the concert like a pearl.
We await the grand finale of Wang Yueheng's last brilliant poetic masterpiece!
The next second.
The stage beneath Wang Yueheng's feet transformed into a wooden boat floating on the shimmering waters of the suburbs.
Silver fish occasionally leap out from the ripples left by the wooden boat, creating a string of water droplets that condense in mid-air into a fleeting moon necklace.
Like a fleeting shooting star, it echoes the distant jade disc in the sky.
at the same time.
Standing at the bow of the boat, Wang Yueheng raised his golden brush and, using the night sky as his paper, began to write the title of the poem:
"Prelude to Water Melody: When Will the Moon Be Clear and Bright?"
The title of the poem alone was enough to spark the imaginations of the audience.
"Wow, Wang Yueheng actually wrote a poem for the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Chrysanthemums and the moon have indeed been the favorites of scholars throughout history!"
"Judging from the title, it seems to be another poem?"
"Yeah, how come I didn't guess? I saw on the news the other day that he was going to perform at the CCTV Mid-Autumn Festival Gala!"
"But I saw on Jiangxi TV that they've also announced they'll be inviting Wang Yueheng to perform at this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Gala. Wouldn't that create a conflict?"
They were discussing the lyrics that Wang Yueheng was about to write.
Fans who had seen the news in advance started discussing Wang Yueheng's participation in both CCTV's and Jiangsu TV's Mid-Autumn Festival galas.
I'm curious how he managed to appear on two different television screens on the same night, traveling such a long distance.
Even if I took a private jet to get to the event, I probably wouldn't make it in time...
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