The first line left for the dead lives
It rained this morning and rushed to the company. On the second day of work, the enthusiasm was very high. Oh, well, it was so cold.
I configured the environment yesterday and started my formal learning today. I first compiled the examples of ndk and OpenGL. Android is really powerful.
The makefile of application. mk & Android. mk is a little similar to that of GCC. At the same time, I have a general understanding of the MVC development process of Android. Now I need to pay more attention to these things.
No matter what you do in the future
The local development of ndk does not feel much like a Linux System of Moto. Maybe I know little about it.
Talking about one thing,
I bought a pack of oatmeal yesterday to prepare for breakfast in the morning.
Happy, I went to half a cup and hit the hot water. Everything was ready. Put the cup aside, open the computer and tidy up the table. The computer started, and quickly browsed the news and comments today, one side of the leisurely terminal cup, low head to drink, dumb eye, oatmeal into a full cup, water is also sucked dry, become a jelly appearance, do not come out, can not eat in, looking at a large cup of oatmeal, the smell of the smell, the stomach grayed out ~~!
Cup, cup
That's all. In the afternoon when the cup was bigger, the oatmeal was always soaked like this, and it was half right. I didn't delay drinking water, and I went to take care of it after lunch.
When I get off work in the afternoon, I will go to the bathroom to wash the cup. Otherwise, it will be hard to wash the cup tomorrow,
I went to the bathroom. There was a restroom in the bathroom. There was a huge mirror on the wall. There was a very clean place. There was a thick camphor ball on the wall. The cup had a big mouth, I took the cup in one hand and knocked it on the other hand. The frozen oatmeal came out of the cup. When I looked up, I saw someone watching me in the mirror, I turned back to a girl, maybe at the front desk of the opposite company, "this. I am washing the cup, oatmeal ~~" "Oh," then she ran away, and I was holding a Muz of oatmeal with a dull hand.
Alas !!!
The pressure is still high. Can I be competent? Still unknown. Try again.