Entertainment: My band is all lead singer

"I can't take it anymore. I'm dying of laughter. Yuebai is obviously playing dumb."

"It's also possible that he's really unsure. After all, this is a topic given on the spot. It's still difficult to write it in such a short time."

"Indeed, after all, Yuebai is not a poet. Maybe he can write a song."

"If it comes to writing a song, Yuebai is a killer. He finished the lyrics and music of a song in just ten minutes of live broadcast."

"That's true."

The fans in the live broadcast room were also a little unsure about Jiang Yuebai. This was the first time they had seen such a situation.

Most people would come forward after thinking about what they were going to write, but Jiang Yuebai didn't know how to start writing for a while because he was pushed out by Su Ying'er and Song Qianyun.

He stood in front of the table for a long time without writing.

At this moment, the rain outside stopped.

The clouds in the sky were dissipating, and there was even some sunlight shining through the clouds.

A ray of sunlight meets the water vapor in the mountains, forming a beautiful light and shadow effect, as if surrounded by purple haze, dreamlike and beautiful.

After a while, the clouds and mist on the waist of Mount Lu in the distance dissipated a little.

I saw a waterfall flying down from the sky, majestic, like the water in the sky, and like a silver dragon shuttling through the mountains, the spectacular scene is shocking.

All the tourists present were deeply attracted by this magnificent scene, their eyes were all cast to the distant sky, staring at the breathtaking spectacle.

The photographer immediately adjusted the lens at this time and aimed the picture at the waterfall in the distance, so that the audience in the live broadcast room could also see such a spectacular scene.

The tourists on the scene took out their mobile phones to take pictures of this rare scene in a century, which was so beautiful.

Jiang Yuebai, who saw this scene, immediately thought of a poem in his mind, which matched the scene in front of him.

The ancients did not deceive me!

It turns out that ancient poem is realistic!

With an idea in mind, Jiang Yuebai immediately started to act.

He gently picked up the brush on the table, dipped it in ink, and concentrated his mind.

The brush gently fell on the rice paper, and the tip of the brush changed with the subtle rotation of the wrist. Every stroke seemed so confident and powerful.

The brush moved like a dragon, and the ink flowed on the paper, sometimes like flowing clouds and water, and sometimes like a tall pine tree.

"Look, Xiaobai is writing." Xia Ziyuan lowered her head and saw Jiang Yuebai writing.

"Can you see what Xiaobai is writing? Why can't I see anything?" Su Ying'er stretched her neck and couldn't see it.

"I can't see it either."

"Let's wait for Xiaobai to finish writing."

While writing, Jiang Yuebai's eyebrows revealed a sense of indifference.

As the tip of the pen danced on the paper, Chinese characters gradually took shape.

The action was done in one go, and in just one or two minutes, a seven-character quatrain was completed.

After Jiang Yuebai finished writing, he put the brush back to its original place and then pressed the bell next to it.

"Ding-ling-ling..."

The host reacted at this time, and he still had to host the competition.

"Okay, one contestant has finished, let's see who it is?" The host looked around and finally found Jiang Yuebai, "I didn't expect it to be the young man who just came on stage, come, let's take a look at his poem."

"Ah? Yuebai has finished writing it now?"

"Hurry up, I want to see the poem written by Yuebai."

"Just watch."

"It won't be written randomly."

"I believe in Yuebai."

"..."

The audience in the live broadcast room was very anxious, and they were not on the scene, so they could only wait for the host to read it out.

The host slowly walked towards Jiang Yuebai, and at the same time, the photographer focused the camera on the rice paper spread on the table.

Under the camera, the texture of the rice paper was clearly visible, the ink had not yet dried, and every word looked vivid and powerful.

As the camera moved forward, the big screen at the scene also switched to the picture in time.

The poem on the paper was magnified on the big screen, and every stroke and every turn were clearly seen by the audience.

Jiang Yuebai wrote cursive script this time, which is a font between regular script and cursive script.

It not only inherited the regularity and neatness of regular script, but also integrated the casualness and sloppiness of cursive script, forming a unique artistic style.

The whole poem is continuous and smooth, with a simple structure and a strong artistic beauty.

Each stroke has the characteristics of twists and turns and continuity, and the shape of the characters is varied, with a strong dynamic beauty.

"Looking at the waterfall of Mount Lu..." The host read out the poem written by Jiang Yuebai, and the scene was quiet instantly.

Even the judges in front, that is, Dean Liu and others, were watching the works on the big screen.

Just one glance, they were shocked.

The works on the screen were vigorous and powerful, and the ink was dripping and smooth.

Everyone's eyes showed admiration."The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke.

Look at the waterfall hanging in front of the river from afar.

The waterfall falls straight down three thousand feet,

I wonder if it is the Milky Way... falling from the sky."

Everyone present, whether judges or audience, was moved by this work.

The scene described in the poem is exactly the spectacular scene that just appeared.

Jiang Yuebai's calligraphy works make people feel like they are in the poetic and picturesque scene.

The audience in the live broadcast room seemed to be able to hear the roaring sound of water and feel the freshness of the water drops hitting their faces.

"Good, well written!"

"Good poem, good poem!"

"A rare masterpiece."

"This poem is well written, a perfect realistic work."

"Not only is the poem well written, but the calligraphy is also top-notch."

"Yes, it is indeed a good poem, integrating the scene just now into the poem, and writing about the grandeur of Mount Lu."

The judges kept exclaiming in admiration, exchanging approving glances, and expressed their sincere admiration for the artistic attainments and profound skills shown in this work.

The audience next to them, some whispered and some concentrated on thinking, each of them experiencing and interpreting this poem in their own way.

There was surprise in the children's eyes, admiration on the faces of the young people, and deep appreciation in the nodding and smiling of the elders.

Jiang Yuebai's calligraphy not only wrote the shape of the waterfall, but also wrote the spirit of the waterfall, and the natural beauty of Mount Lu at that moment was eternally fixed on paper.

At this moment, poetry, calligraphy and natural landscapes are perfectly integrated, allowing people to deeply appreciate the charm and depth of Chinese traditional culture.

"It turns out that Yuebai is a realist."

"This host recited a good poem."

"This poem written by Yuebai, coupled with the picture just seen, is simply amazing."

"What did I say, Yuebai must be able to do it."

"It's bad, this poem must not be seen by the editor-in-chief responsible for compiling Chinese."

"Yuebai is really impeccable, he can write such a good poem at random."

"This calligraphy is so pleasing to the eye, it is many times better than the loach written by the previous few people."

"How can they be compared? One is a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, and the other is an earthworm burrowing into the ground."

"I kneel down."