A poem for you...

In the Shadow of Qi Shan
In the shadow of Qi Shan they used to grow rice.
They'd flood the fields and put little seedlings in...
Weed them and tend them, 'til harvest time.

And someone bought the land in the shadow of Qi Shan
To build their new buildings on,
So farmers harvested one last time.

Then the fallow time had begun.
And the wind blew chill
The old paths of the fields
We walked on.

And they made a road.
But that was all.

Then they started in earnest.
They brought in dirt and filled up the paths,
Until the green fields
Turned into a brown plateau.

And she watched this all--
A farmer, she was
She sat in the shadow of Qi Shan
Hugging her knees, loosely,
Watching the bulldozers filling up
That which was once her field...

This is part fiction, and part fact...I don't know if that woman was a farmer, but it does seem quite likely...
Saro