Lin lived day and night with 300 plum trees, and sold enough fruit each year to live on, with a little to spare. His lines, "Sparse, leaning silhouettes; the water clean and shallow. The subtle fragrance floats across the moonlit dusk," put the countless plum-praising poems of past ages in the shade.
與三百株梅林朝夕相處之下，除了每年結實出售足供生活有餘；他的一句「疏影橫斜水清淺，暗香浮動月黃昏」，更使得歷代千頌萬和的詠梅詩為之失色。