在他的坟头上有一个木头十字架。

There is a wooden cross on his grave.

它的坟头没有墓碑，只有一棵绿绿的小草。

Its grave mound no tombstone, only a dazzling grass.

在山麓小丘之下，我瞥见了一两个坟头，坟头已经裂开，样子与火山口相仿——也许，它是部落首领的埋葬之地，或者就是某个迷失的游牧开拓者的一座里程碑。

Once or twice under the foothills I glimpsed the mound of a kurgan, broken open like the lips of a volcano – the burial-place of a tribal chief, perhaps, or the milestone of some lost nomad advance.