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
Famous quotes containing the words cities, people, republic and/or china:
“The city is always recruited from the country. The men in cities who are the centres of energy, the driving-wheels of trade, politics or practical arts, and the women of beauty and genius, are the children or grandchildren of farmers, and are spending the energies which their fathers’ hardy, silent life accumulated in frosty furrows in poverty, necessity and darkness.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)
“A bill of rights is what the people are entitled to against every government on earth, general or particular, and what no just government should refuse, or rest on inference.”
—Thomas Jefferson (1743–1826)
“Jean Jacques Rousseau ... is nothing but a fool in my eyes when he takes it upon himself to criticise society; he did not understand it, and approached it with the heart of an upstart flunkey.... For all his preaching a Republic and the overthrow of monarchical titles, the upstart is mad with joy if a Duke alters the course of his after-dinner stroll to accompany one of his friends.”
—Stendhal [Marie Henri Beyle] (1783–1842)
“It all ended with the circuslike whump of a monstrous box on the ear with which I knocked down the traitress who rolled up in a ball where she had collapsed, her eyes glistening at me through her spread fingers—all in all quite flattered, I think. Automatically, I searched for something to throw at her, saw the china sugar bowl I had given her for Easter, took the thing under my arm and went out, slamming the door.”
—Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977)