What is the fate of those born in the fourth month of the lunar calendar, and what is their destiny like?
Those born in this month were conceived in July of the previous year and born after the "Grain Rain" solar term. They are naturally intelligent and talented, capable of succeeding in learning and arts, but their nature is hard to settle, lacking patience. It is advisable to keep striving without giving up, and they will eventually achieve success. They have a strong sense of justice and are willing to sacrifice themselves, helping the weak and defeating the strong. Later, they will be promoted by benefactors, gaining fame and reputation, and developing after the age of 37, becoming leaders. A poem testifies to this: "One year of joy and one year of sorrow, there is no need to blame or worry. It is most suitable to help others and do good deeds, so that husband and wife can live in harmony until the end."
Poems about April
"Peonies in Dali Temple"Tang Dynasty · Bai Juyi
In the human world, April has seen the end of blooming flowers;
In the mountain temple, peach blossoms begin to bloom.
I always regret that spring has left without a trace,
Not knowing that it has entered here.
"Ode to April" from the Book of Songs · Minor Odes
April is summer, June is hot.
My ancestors are not people, why should they be cruel to me?
Autumn is gloomy, all plants wither.
During the chaos, where should I go?
Winter is fierce, the wind blows fiercely.
Everyone is busy with farming, but why am I harmed?
On the mountain, there are beautiful plants, chestnuts and plums.
They have become cruel, no one knows their crimes!
Looking at the spring water, sometimes clear, sometimes turbid.
Every day I face disasters, how can I find peace?
The Yangtze and Han rivers flow endlessly, the southern country's boundary.
I work diligently, but who will care for me?
Not a quail, not an eagle, soaring high;
Not a fish, not a carp, hiding in the deep.
On the mountain, there are ferns and weeping willows;
In the wetlands, there are red pines and elm trees.
A gentleman writes a song, to express his sorrow.
