Introduction:
In March, the south has felt the breath of spring, but the ice and snow in the north have not yet melted. Under the huge ancient pine, a brown bear slowly walked out of the tree hole, its name is Ye Qingshan, and it is the bear king within a radius of thousands of miles. When lying in the icy snow and nibbling on the broken snow, the tiredness of hibernation is gradually dispelled. There was an eagle roar in the sky, and a black eagle with a wingspan of twenty meters grabbed a man with a broken arm and flew in the direction of Ye Qingshan.
