摘要
The last time that's were in Xianju,last February to be precise,a cold sheet of dampness hung in the air that,although uncomfortable,gave the jagged peaks of Shenxianju an undeniable majesty,with the freezing fog heightening the surrounding drama.This time round,the bitter cold was replaced by the searing heat of summer-not that we minded too much of course,as a stroll through Danzhu Valley's clear waters is just the ticket on a hot and clammy summer's day.
