In March in Yangchun, the winter snow has melted, and the south can already feel the breath of spring, but the ice and snow in the north are still unwilling to leave. Under the huge ancient pine, a brown bear that is as high as two stories is lazily coming out of the tree hole. His name is Ye Qingshan, and he is a bear king with a distance of nearly a thousand miles. He lay down in the icy snow and gnawed two mouthfuls of crushed snow. Under the claws of a black eagle with a wingspan of 20 meters, it is grabbing a man with a broken arm and rushing towards Ye Qingshan...