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has missed junior high, several of our friends never liked to go on the bridge, is our favorite after school roll up their trouser legs to cross the river together hand in hand. Cold clear water is only knee so deep, gentle breeze, as people feel good, look at the foot of the mighty river, touching the plants, the conquest of nature that also makes people feel intoxicated. Have a good time, once the young and frivolous, and now only in memory collections.
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Pingxiang now, every day a good living environment, the people's living standards have increased day by day. Ping River after treatment, the public has a good place for leisure walks - Yan Helu. Embankments built up during the rainy season, the people who live in low-lying land will no longer need to worry about the water flooded into the home, and after treatment to clear the waterways, but also the construction of the sewage pipes, Ping River has become clear, brighter the.
2008, the Pingxiang has created a new horn sounded - to create an advanced national civilized city as the overall goal of the city, the full implementation of the work to create advanced national civilized city City, National Garden City, National Sanitary City and the national double-support model city work!
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