Write a composition of no less than 800 words on the topic of "voice", with no limitation on genre and more than 20 lines of poetry.

The red sun sets in the west, spreading lonely oranges all over the sky. Under the setting sun, the ancient road in Cang Sang is full of blurred amorous feelings, which is particularly quiet. Everything in the world seems to be intoxicated in this frozen but very short-lived Miri, Malaysia, and all voices are stopped.

I am dragging a long shadow and strolling on a quiet ancient road. My mind is full of thoughts and I am sad for the setbacks and bumps these days. Suddenly, a melodious piano sound mixed with a gentle breeze gently reached my ears. The wonderful piano sound seems far away, unattainable and close, lingering in my ears. I stopped, let this string of smart jumping notes gently slide through my heart and dance happily.

The sound of the piano is still hovering on the path in the pale twilight, but like a clear spring, it washes away the dirt and tired dust of the soul for everyone passing by. My thoughts gradually merged with this clever and wonderful piano sound, and I felt detached from the world of mortals, "concentrating and relaxing, blending with everything."

I followed the trace of the sound and came to a shabby hut. This melodious piano sound is coming from inside. I was just about to hold my breath and play, when the piano suddenly stopped. A childish voice came into my ear: "Grandpa, I'm tired. Playing the piano is really interesting. Although I can't see it, I can feel it with my heart, right? "

An old voice said, "Yes, smiles send us light, you play beautifully. I see how flexible your fingers are, just like dancing on those keys. " My heart suddenly felt like an electric shock, and many question marks rose in my mind. Really ... Really ... I sneaked through the dusty glass window and saw a little girl of seven or eight years old gesticulating with her hands and talking to an old man. It's just that the little girl's eyes have lost their luster, but they show a sense of happy self-confidence. She is blind! The old man sitting there is deaf! My heart was deeply moved again, and two lines of warm tears rolled down quietly. These tears are sweet!

The sunset put away the last ray of sunshine. At the moment when I turned away, the wonderful piano sounded again, which moved me inexplicably again. The ancient road echoed with the laughter of grandparents and grandchildren and the touching sound of the piano. My step forward has become firm, because in this dark night, the moving piano sound is my beacon.