Cities of The People's Republic of China
As of 18 November 1997, the Government of the People's Republic of China banned localities from making and using local flags and emblems.
| Flag | Duration | Use | Description |
|---|---|---|---|
| May 1997–January 1998 | Flag of Harbin | A white, five-petal flower surrounding a snowflake on a dark green field | |
| December 1995– | Flag of Suzhou | ||
| December 1986–December 1997 | Flag of Nanjing | ||
| March 2009– | Flag of Shangrao | ||
| March 2006– | Flag of Kaifeng |
Read more about this topic: List Of Chinese Flags
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—Jean Baudrillard (b. 1929)
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my youth allowed me the opportunity to hear all those strange
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“It was the most ungrateful and unjust act ever perpetrated by a republic upon a class of citizens who had worked and sacrificed and suffered as did the women of this nation in the struggle of the Civil War only to be rewarded at its close by such unspeakable degradation as to be reduced to the plane of subjects to enfranchised slaves.”
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