His opinion doesn't matter to me at all.

Whenever I catch a cold, my mother always makes plain congee for me.

Due to the brief but heavy snowfall, the school closed early.

He was taken to the hospital with a stab wound.

He finished off the enemy with the final blow.

In his anger, he stabbed the knife into the wall.

He made a comment that put a damper on my plans.

I think the congee my mother makes when I catch a cold is the most delicious.