野生生物学家斯格瑞伯微胖的身体懒懒地陷在躺椅里,月光正照在他微秃的头顶上。他的眼睛紧盯着丛林.对我汫起了他的一段回忆:事情是这样的。一天,我沿河而下,到那个所谓的生物学家莱森的营地。一心想着如何挣钱的他拿出一张报纸给我看。“你觉得这东西怎么样?”他问我。我读了 The wild biologist Srigribo’s plump body was lazily trapped in a chaise lounge, and the moonlight was shining on top of his slightly bald head. His eyes were fixed on the jungle. He remembered me for a moment: It was like this. One day, I went down the river to the camp of the so-called biologist Lezen. As he was thinking about how to make money, he took out a newspaper and showed it to me. “What do you think of this stuff?” he asked me. I read