I saw this somewhere else, and my eyes welled up. I hope you read it carefully. At the request of a friend, I managed the 'Bear Manor' for him for a few days. It is a secluded villa located at the foot of the mountains in the northwest of ** city, and it is also the manor where my friend raises bears. That night, in the early hours, I tossed and turned restlessly in the small building. The mountain wind kept bringing in waves of terrifying sounds, like sobbing, full of both pain and despair. Just then, I seemed to hear a faint movement at the door, 'creak, creak,' accompanied by heavy breathing. I suddenly turned over and sat up, pulling the light on casually: 'Who's there?' There was no answer, the silence was frightening. I reached out and grabbed a broom, walked softly to the door, and suddenly flung it open. Ha, a little bear was curled up outside the door. Its chubby body was hunched, its fluffy sideburns soft and puffy. It looked at me timidly, making almost flattering little noises. 'Bearie, come, come,' I opened my arms, and the little bear waddled over to me, placing its little paws on me and licking my hand with its warm tongue, so soft. Suddenly, a commotion came from outside; the little bear paused, and quickly darted under the bed. Soon, someone knocked on the door. I opened it and asked, 'What's the matter?' 'A little bear just ran out from the bear room. Didn't disturb you, sir, did it?' 'Oh, yes, it's here,' I said, pointing to the place where the little bear was hiding. They bent down and grabbed it, roughly dragging it outside. They tied all four bear legs together and lifted it with a thick long stick. As the little bear left the room, it looked back helplessly at me, with pitiable eyes. At dawn, the supervisor, Old Zhang, said he would take me to see the bear room. We arrived at a large building of several thousand square meters, very spacious inside, with six cages laid out on the floor, each holding a listless black bear. Strangely, they were all equipped with bright objects like girdles around their bodies. Old Zhang told me, 'These are for collecting bile. Currently, bear bile costs 300 yuan per gram.' He led me to the first cage and signaled, 'Bile collection has begun.' I saw two burly workers quickly tie up the bear from both sides, then pulled up two thick ropes on each side of the new girdle. After passing them through a special pulley, they shouted together, 'Hi!'I saw the steel hoop around the bear's belly gradually shrinking and shrinking. Suddenly, the bear let out a hysterical roar: 'Wuu...!' That was hardly a roar; it was a distorted wail. Meanwhile, it tilted its head back in agony, eyes wide with pain, its four thick paws scrabbling at the limited space of the ground, producing a grating 'zzhila, zzhila' sound. In an instant, green liquid began to drip from the steel tube beneath its belly. The operators slowly loosened the rope and then pulled the next round; another voice-shattering cry followed. I saw tears streaming down the bear's face in an instant. It even clenched its teeth like a human and bent its body to endure the endless pain. Such a tragic scene—I couldn't bear to watch anymore and turned away. At that moment, I finally understood that those mournful cries at night were from these wounded bears, moaning in the unbearable twilight.
Old Zhang followed me to the door. I tremulously questioned him: 'Do you still have any humanity? These are all living creatures!' Old Zhang said indifferently, 'There's no way; this is the work we do.' Once my emotions settled, I asked helplessly, 'How often do you extract the bile?' He answered, 'It depends on the situation. For those with more bile, twice a day; for those with less, at most once every two days. Generally, a bear produces 2,000 grams of bile powder per year and can be tapped for 10 years.' My heart shuddered—twice a day for 10 years. What a devilish number that is. It means this agonizing torture happens twice every day, and the bear must endure 10 years of this torment, 7,200 times of heart-wrenching pain. Day after day, year after year. Even the strongest life force would find it impossible to endure; my heart ached.
I suggested leaving. Old Zhang said, 'We're about to perform surgery on a small bear; you can't leave at this critical moment. You represent General Manager Liu. If you leave and something happens, who will take responsibility?' I had no choice but to go back with him to the bear room. Under his instruction, four burly workers surrounded the young bear and tightly bound it with chains. The young bear looked at everyone in fear, but when its eyes met mine, they instantly brightened, looking at me with a desperate plea.My eyes grew moist. At that moment, it suddenly knelt down with a "thud," kneeling on all four hooves at once... Old Zhang waved his hand and ordered the surgery to begin. The little bear looked toward the ceiling in disappointment, crying loudly, "Woo ......." The cry was terrible, utterly disappointed—a cry that moved the soul I had never heard in this world. It was practically a human word for "Mom," and even the executioner-like workers were shaken. At that moment, an incredibly shocking scene unfolded. A big bear inside the cage let out a roar, and with its huge paw, it slowly pried open the thumb-thick iron cage and leapt out. The workers scattered in all directions, and I was stunned, feeling like lead had been placed on my feet, unable to move a single step. But the big bear ignored me, quickly jumped up to the little bear, and tried to untie the thick chains with its clumsy paws, but no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't be undone. It had no choice but to kiss the little bear, reluctantly snuggling it into its arms, licking away its heavy tears with its tongue, and humming as it tried to comfort its beloved child. The little bear also seemed to be calling for its mother repeatedly, whimpering "wobble...... begging her to save him. Suddenly, the bear screamed wildly, gripping the cub's neck with its huge paw, squeezing with all its strength...... Only when the bear's limp body collapsed did it release its huge paw. Looking at the dead child, it whimpered. It cried out in pain, as if crying out, "Child, Mommy can't save you, but you won't suffer again. Mommy is sorry!" It first bit at its fur, then yanked off the steel belly covering its body. The steel pipe flew out with half a gallbladder, and the fur on its belly was instantly stained red with blood, oozing crimson red red. It screamed and slammed into the wall like a madman, "Bang!" The wall collapsed with a crash. I was numb, having no idea how I had gotten out of this cruel bear house. All day long, my mind was filled with those tragic scenes. I asked myself: Was Mother Bear's actions maternal love? I thought yes, a helpless motherly love.At this time and place, it does not have the ability to help the child escape from that 20 years of hellish suffering. Helpless, it can only destroy the love it created and then accompany it in the unknown, searching for it. Only in this way, perhaps, is there a bit of humanity!! Now, there is a discussion about asking the government to cancel the bear farming industry that has already been filed, but not many people have voted. I hope everyone can also cast a vote. Just click the "Applause" on the link below, and it's best to also "sign the petition." You can also encourage people you know to vote together; each computer can only vote once. Help these poor animals. Please sign the petition to cancel bear farming legislation: http://elianghui.people.com.cn/proposalPostDetail.do?id=82423&view=1&pageNo=1&boardId=2. Vote to save these bears! Bear bile is not a precious traditional medicine; it can be completely replaced with herbs or synthetic alternatives. Please tell everyone, and please try your best to widely publicize this. Absolutely do not buy or use these bear bile products!!! Save them!!!