His poem "Plum Blossoms" is widely written by calligraphers. In the corner of the courtyard stands a plum tree with only a few branches. The poem does not elaborately describe its attractive blossoms but focus upon its spirit. Braving the hard cold and the icy snow it won’t assert itself publicly nor vie with other kinds of flowers for beauty. Instead, it retains its white and purity like winter snow. Defying the piercing cold, it blossoms in solitude, stealthily giving off a faint perfume. While truly depicting the shape, color and scent of the plum tree, the poet implicity celebrates the pristine and noble quality of plum trees.
Some plum blossoms in the corner of wall appear;
They strive to bloom alone in the cold severe.
We know from far that they are not snow white:
For their faint fragrance comes still and quiet.