All of you are seeing me off, east of the Emperor's city

All of you are seeing me off, east of the Emperor's city;
sitting on horseback, we pass wine cups,
braving the north winds.
Do not complain that the willows are so withered
it's hard to pluck a good branch:
there is plenty of springtime spirit
right here in these cups of wine!
Author of original: 
Wen Cheng-ming
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