In March, the winter snow melts, and the south can already feel the breath of spring, but the snow in the north is still unwilling to leave.
Under the huge ancient pine, a brown bear that is two stories high is lazily walking out of the tree hole. His name is Ye Qingshan. He is the bear king who is nearly a thousand miles around. Lying in the cold snow, he gnawed two bites of broken snow. The snow water washed away the tiredness of hibernation.
There was an eagle roar that pierced the cloud and cracked stone from the horizon. Under the claws of a black eagle with a wingspan of 20 meters, he was holding a man with a broken arm and rushing towards Ye Qingshan...