Freer GallerySeen in youth, aged two score, standing again in front of a painting of an old man looking at plum blossoms. He has brought along a qin carried by a young boy. An old tree gnarled and weathered arches up and over them. A withered gnarly tree trunk, truncated, in the foreground. The river flowing by, flowing by. Mist billows into vast expanse, a ridge line beyond— rooted there staring at the plum blossoms, thoughts flowing.