<span>Once, while I <em>was walking</em> in a park in London, I<em> saw</em> an old strange-looking man. He <em>was sitting</em> on a bench <em>holding</em> a closed book in his hands. I <em>sat</em> down on the bench and looked at the book. I <em>saw</em> that the book <em>was</em> of great interest. It <em>was</em> a very old copy of early Byron's works. I <em>looked</em> at the old man in surprise and <em>undersood</em> that he <em>knew</em> I <em>had sat</em> on the bench because of him and the book he <em>was holding</em>in his hands. I <em>smiled</em>. "It is the last I have," he said and <em>stretched</em> it out to me. I <em>took</em> with the words, "I <em>am</em>a lover of old books."</span>
1) I am reading now
2) He sleeps every night
3) We are drinking tea now
4) They go to school every morning
5) My grandmother doesn't work.
6)They are not eating at the moment
7) I don't help his mother every day
8)Is he playing now?Yes,he is
9)goes
10) Are the children eating soup now?No,they aren't
11) sings
12) come
13)reading
14)doing
15)lives
16)plays
17)sings
There are two pillows on the bed