Jingu Temple tells the story of a stuttering young monk who entered Jingu Temple as an apprentice. He longed for the beauty of the golden pavilion and kept trying on the edge of evil. Finally, on a rainy night, this beautiful golden pavilion was burned down.

This novel is not very long, less than 400 pages thick. But the content in the middle is very rich. Yukio Mishima's writing is very beautiful, to the extreme. In my impression, no writer's words can convey such wonderful scenery and artistic conception. Compared with Mishima, Japanese writers write too lightly, which is not at the same level at all.

Mishima writes Mizoguchi in the first person. As the "I" of Mizoguchi, my heart is extremely contradictory. Because stuttering is often laughed at by others, I don't want to be pitied by others I often feel that it is better to laugh at "me" directly than to accept sympathy. Until I met my friend Chuanchuan, who was as transparent as sunshine, I was treated equally for the first time in my life and felt extremely happy.

Chuanchuan is the only sunshine in my life, the only channel between me and the bright world, and the "angel villain" in my humanity.

Cedar is the devil villain around me. Cedar is almost in the same boat with me because of her disability. However, Cedar conquered my heart with a strange sophistry and pulled me to the evil side. "I" began to sink deeper and deeper on the edge of depravity. But whenever a line of "evil things" happens, the golden pavilion that "I" have been longing for will suddenly cross in front of me and hinder my action.