英文灌水日记 8月31日(3)
If I could be deemed a cold-blooded animal without human affection to anyone and a bookworm burying myself in books before depression, I became passionate and was full of emotion to the world since suffering from it. We all know that art is an emotional learning, a skilled man without feeling can't turn into an artist no matter how skilled he is, while an emotional man can be easily hammered into a virtuoso. Every time when I was depressive, I brought my emotions into composing activity and with the slightest embellishment a piece of magnificent movement would come out. Everytime when I was triumphant to show my achievement to people around me, I was praise to the skies, "Claudio Huang is a real genius", "one more effort you can create unprecedented miracles", "you are so awful", "you are the idol everyone pay homage to", as if these words are a great healer, they can sweep away all my depressive feelings and give me a sense that "I am overwhelmed with profound sentiments just because I am depressive, it is just because of it that I can achieve brilliant success in art realm", so, every time when I introduce my illness to others, I can declare proudly that "I am a composer noted for melancholy".